I didn’t see it in your eyes
Although I should have guessed
I didn’t sense it in your touch
Or the romance you suggest
My thoughts were overrun with love
In every bar on every night
Until I discovered that fateful stub
From The Stadium Of Light.
I didn’t mean to trash your bag
I was just looking for a lighter
But ended in possession of this
Most awful non-sequitur
I now I can’t forget the truth
Although God knows I’ve tried
Imagining your explanation
As I gaze in your innocent eyes
But the thoughts that haunt won’t leave me now
It’s like a gnawing, nagging hurt
When you speak I don’t really hear your words
I just think of that red and white shirt.
When did it happen? What was it like?
The questions are all consuming
I know you are a Geordie girl
So someone’s done some grooming.
Maybe it’s a family thing?
Did your father sow the seed?
I imagine you all sitting in the house
Singing “Cheer up Peter Reid”.
Oh please my darling put me right
With a logical explanation
And banish these thoughts of you in a queue
At St’ Peter’s metro station.
I’ll leave it now it’s all too much
We’ll not survive this fall
And at least save me the indignity
Of explaining that I follow Walsall.