Transitory Thing

they say travel broadens the mind

well I must be the stay at home kind

you see I’d be been everywhere 

before everywhere all looked the same

the furniture the baked goods the road signs

and even the names

I carried a case full of dirty clothes

halfway around the world

when luggage was smaller and the chances were plenty

I drank beer and sang songs for girls

the world was a much much easier place

dangerous but much more obvious

now everybody’s got to cover their heads

you’d have to be bulletproof just to survive this

give me a smile

this is just a transitory thing

here today gone tomorrow

we’ll be outlived by most of these things

by frozen noses burned out cigarettes

broken fridges LPs and cassettes

and just about every TV set we’ve ever owned

give me a smile

let’s try to walk the extra mile

it’s a slow self-cruxifiction

brought about by embarrassment

I sometimes wish that I was somebody else

and I’m sure that you do too

no one knows how hard it is

for someone else just to exist

so it’s a slow self-cruxifiction

decades of dark moments an ever growing list

give me a smile

it would mean the world to me

© Eric Goulden / Wreckless Eric / Fire Publishing 2015