I remember,
I kissed her behind the bike shed
my head felt quite dizzy
fizzy
like lemonade
I prayed it would never end
that she would never send me away.

I remember,
as if it was yesterday
But I might as well try catching peals from a bell
memories  always sell you short.

But you know sometimes I get caught
in the drift
as if someone has lifted a lid on the past
that went by all too fast
and then,

I remember,
who I am
an older man with the gift of the gab
a bit more than I should have of flab
and too much time on my hands.

I remember,
she held hands with me
promised to be mine forever
that was never a promise that I'd make her keep.
In my sleep I can still see her face
with her eyes open wide
at the side of the gymnasium
behind the bike shed
she's still in my head
I don't want to forget so
I remember.

Sometimes we go out
looking for stories,
for people,
or for inspiration.
But we end up
finding ourselves
at the end of the road.

The night smells like gunpowder,
like dynamite with flowers.

I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.