Rock Poetry

I'm Coming Home 

Wedgies, Tramps and Annabels, those silly stories Hickey tells,
Saturday mornings up Kings road, the city scene that I well know.
The pretty girls all legs and thighs, all believing in my disguise
Of being footloose and fancy free, but I've found out it's not for me.

London Paris New York and Rome
All those people are so alone
London Paris New York and Rome
Remember me I'm coming home.

The village pub, the old town hall, the splendours of the grand hunt ball.
Real people, a community, for all this time I couldn't see.
How pleased I am to learn this fact, and now I'll have to learn some tact.
To lose the many hangers on, but they won't miss me when I've gone.... from

Wedgies, Tramps and Annabels, those silly stories Hickey tells.
Saturday mornings up King's road, the city's life that I made my own.

London Paris New York and Rome
All you people are so alone,
London Paris New York and Rome,
Remember me.... I'm going home.
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