There’s a house a few doors away.
The back door is always open, whatever the weather…it must be cold indoors sometimes.
Dogs roam in the yard, and bark at passers-by.
The postman never opens the gate.

There’s a house a few doors away.
The back door is always open, whatever the weather…it must be cold indoors sometimes.
Dogs roam in the yard, and bark at passers-by.
The postman never opens the gate.

Talking to the checkout girl:
she looks at me blankly,
with a hint of ’why should I care?’
‘why should she?’, I ask myself.
All around me youth marches on.
Confident.
Superior.
Strangely joyless.

‘You can go your own way’…the singer calls.
You should go your own way…
You must go your own way…
The only other way is madness and despair