Further Along

I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I heard a siren, From the docks. Saw a train, Set the night on fire. I smelled the spring, On the smoky wi

Further along, farther away Lamenting the distance prevents stay today Prisons to people, body and mind But harbor means constants no passage of time ...spirit passing through Even walls stand thick to break into They don't crumble, they don't crumbl