The gravel beneath the tyres
is creeping outside the caravan
Awake on the floor, folks next door
in the kitchen drinking
Falling asleep to the laughter
And the glasses clinking
The patterned curtains
The rain against the pane
The memories that never leave
They just sit in the back room
Gathering dust never sinking
I miss the values, that today, seem to me
Left by the wayside
Waiting for a helping hand
To pick them up and understand
The touch, the feeling, the belonging..
The patterned curtains
The rain against the pane
The memories that never leave
They just sit in the back room
Gathering dust never sinking
Just a life lived in reverse
I’ll never forget her words
Are you happy son?
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