Merciful Man

I guess i might start walking back

past the fenced in pontiacs

like a lover waiting to be reconciled

there's a couple up ahead

above a laugh the woman said

"nothing lasts like the memory of a child"

But oh i hear the footsteps below

a girl with a soldier late walking home

If only my eyes know the truth

then i have seen better days then youth

maybe this time moves in horizontal lines.

Cause i'm a passenger in the van maybe i can be a merciful man

i feel the hot air sound of tongues

and i've got London in my lungs

and i'm feeling like a sketch

of a roller coaster car

with the vinyl foam and tar

waiting uphill for the chain to catch.

And oh i hear footsteps below

a bottle across the pavement and the quiet voices go -