When the lights burn bright at the height of your fires
And below seems so far away
Please remember that I may still be down there somewhere-
Lost and wishing that I didn't have to stay
When the sticks and stones no longer touch your bones
And so there's no reason to always phone
Please remember that I'll probably still be sitting there-
Waiting patiently for you to call home
And when the parties and invites get thrown at your feet
And all the fabulous that you may meet
Please spare a thought for the one that is caught
Stuck indoors, weakened by the sound of a street
With tilted brim smiles and recently tagged clothes
You stride fast with the beautiful and bold
So there's no need to look back at all the second-hand crap
And that includes me who's still so broken and old.