Spit

 Cuckoo, cuckoo

He says spring has sprung

Cuckoo, cook who?

Who has rung?

Cuckoo spit over

A pint over

A pint?

No bird could

What are you talking about?

The places that I want to be

 Lights on the river

And boats on the sea

These are places that I want to be

Stand and deliver

What you mean to be

Come back and haunt me

Notes that don't waver

Trust's constancy

These are the spaces where I want to be

Sing me a quaver

I'll sing in your key

Then together we'll savour

Life's urgency

She's gone again

 She came

and now she's gone again

A long walk

In the blistering rain

A short leap

Does a leaf feel pain?

When it falls 

From its stem

But she's gone again

I used to look in the mirror

Of the sea

And sometimes I'd see

A mermaid staring back at me

But she came on the tide

And she left in the rain

It's been a good ride

But now she's gone again

My heart is a tanker

A floating on the ocean

And I don't know if I should

Thank her

For showing me such emotion

But I must pull into a dock 

To repair my hull and frame

I loved her when she came

But now she's gone again

I sat in the yard thinking so hard

My time had come and gone

Like a passing swan on a lake

And if I thought I'd done something wrong

Made some kind of mistake

Well I'd write her a song

From my prison

But the walls are too high to hear

Someone singing inside

And even if I hadn't cried

She'd have known I'd lied

Still I break the rocks until I'm freed

From these chains

I loved it when she came

But now she's gone again

Ten cents

 It was a ten cent city

Hell bent on destruction

The lip of the pin down alls the hair

It was a tent city

A city of resurrection

And skirts that lifted churches

Up from the shadows of dispair

It was a pauper's paradise

A gold digger's salvation

At the corporate price

Of little sanitation

And they sold their wares

Just as long as their stares

On a field of nothing

And a hiding to nowhere

Always you

 Yes it was there

Was it water

Was it wine

Was it yours

Or was it mine?

Well we were there

The bread was spare

I took  nothing

But your time

I am a thief of that at least

Time robbery was my crime

pieces of a life

That we'd been through

I kept the chunks

That belonged to me and you

Now it is washed

In deepest blue

It could've been me

But it was always you

Pastor of Muppets

 In life it seems you can either be a master of puppets

Or a pastor of muppets

Real people

 People are people

They've got to live

All about the mulberry bush

With a bottle full of fizz

In the eighteenth hole

Putting off the green

Who cares scares in the bunker

In tears, in tears

Living in the real world

Real people, real people

I want to be real

I'm an imaginary deal

Let it rip like thunder

The sport of the cracking willow

Feel the rain upon my face

Keep the wind as my pillow