Voyage to the Bottom of the Road

Said the public sector leader At the pre-launch breakfast briefing Get your cheque books out I don't want them saying this town doesn't care anymore So fifty sea cadets are sailing To a place where no-one sails to They'll probably raise five grand Th

Telephone call Telling me My old friend Graham had died I took a ride Down to where I Could be of assistance I said to his wife Don't give in To grieving cliche and turn His side of the room Into a shrine It just doesn't work My arm round her shoulde