You may be a city person, or just a country boy.
To a country boy chewing gum covered pavements are no
substitute for grass beneath your feet.
No sunshine in my life today
Concrete clouds get in the way
No grass beneath my feet
Just relentless miles of Portland crete
No trees on open plains
Roots seeking moisture from city drains
No emissions in the traffic free street
Just tacky paving beneath my feet
No shadows cast upon the ground
All humour in the lost and found
No memories of open places
Children dragged at parents paces
Scurrying here, scurrying their
Of surroundings they aren’t aware
No pausing to admire the scene
Have they come or have they been
No thoughts just a constant rush
Did you fall or did you push
No green fields or fields of hay
No sunshine in my life today
