Rusted and ropy
Dog-eared old copy
Vintage and classic
or just plain Jurassic
all words to describe me
Relaxed in the knowledge
that happily present
are all things to sustain me
nurture and claim me
roll back the mileage
You have settled beside me
To the far and the wide of me
A matter of choosing
of finding and losing
on the rough ride with me
Take whisky with water
kick stones down the gutter
Think back to long days with
stale breath recycled in my face
Rattling through airways
plastic on cold trays
Watching through windows
deep landscapes below
await another time and space
There must come some time
to walk through the night line
Hands tight heads high
These are the dog-ear years
Don't turn back. Don't linger
For God's sake keep moving
Primitive shadows sidle beside
<Interlude>
Rusted and ropy
Dog-eared old copy
Vintage and classic
or just plain Jurassic
all words to describe me
Relaxed in the knowledge
that happily present
are all things to sustain me
nurture and claim me
roll back the mileage
Take whisky with water
kick stones down the gutter
Think back to long days with
stale breath recycled in my face
Rattling through airways
plastic on cold trays
Watching through windows
deep landscapes below
await another time and space
<Interlude>
The dog-ear years years
The dog-ear years years
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born