1. Memory Lane


It’s the third house from the corner
                        with all the shades pulled down
Where sunlight isn’t welcome anymore
And a man on dry land is just about to drown
Amid the empty bottles on the floor
If he answers when you come to call,
His face is blurred and grey
Indistinct, like you’re seein’ him through rain
And behind the faded curtains
It’s always yesterday
He will drink until he joins her
At the end of Memory Lane
Pictures on his wall tell the story
A young man – By his side a pretty wife
Standing proud in all their former glory
Whiskey cannot bring her back to life
He had no premonition when he saw
                                          the flashing lights
The sirens he will hear forevermore
No, he didn’t know he lost her on that
                                         cold November night
Until the fateful knock upon the door