Mandeville

MANDEVILLE
IN A CORNER CAFE WASTING SOME TIME.
THINKING THAT I MIGHT
DROP YOU A LINE
BUT EACH TIME I TRY THE WORDS HAVE ME TIED
HERE TO THIS PLACE WHERE I'M WONDERING
WHY
I LEFT IN THE NIGHT AND WAS ALREADY GONE BY THE TIME THAT THE LIGHT HAD PAINT THE DAWN.YOU FOLLOWED MY PATH LIKE A GHOST ON THE RUN
BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW I WAS ALREADY GONE.
BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED I WAS ALREADY
GONE
MAKING MY WAY TO MANDEVILLE
NOW THE POSTCARDS I WRITE
HERE IN THE SUN
WELL THEY COME ALL THE WAY FROM MANDEVILLE
NOW THE STATUES STAND HIGH AND CRY IN THE SUN
STANDING HERE WAITING FOR RAIN TO COME. YOU SAID THAT MY SOUL HAD A HOPE THAT WAS STRONG SO YOU LOOKED FOR MY SOUL BUT IT WAS ALREADY
GONE
BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED I WAS ALREADY
GONE
MAKING MY WAY TO MANDEVILLE
NOW THE POSTCARDS I WRITE
HERE IN THE SUN
WELL THEY COME ALL THE WAY FROM MANDEVILLE
Kelvin Busher © 2011