I long to belong,
like people used to belong
before there were cars and
motorways and shopping malls,
i never had that.
Where everyone knew
who you were,
what you were
and you too knew them
for who they are.
I never belonged anyplace.
Never put down roots.
Oh i tried in later life
but in times and places
where roots find hard rock
that slams its door
on strangers.
I romance the idyll of
a cotswold village
with it\'s own stream
which floods in the rains
and all hands come together
to the rescue.
Just another face in the crowd
a friendly crowd
who know me
and all about me.
Old bones bring out
deep rooted desire
sat here beside
a radiator - the log fire
of a hearts desire.