Tumbling Bay - Stornoway

Make some kind of time machine

To bring back Saturday

On my back talking to you

With no implications

Blow sun over River Banks

Fingers stained with blackery

Getting drunk at Tumbling Bay

But no consideration

How could I have known the truth

In and in your heart well

I’m as blind as a man can be

You gave me no indication

Now the ground caves in beneath you

And I wish that I could help you

But if I threw you a line

I’d only entangle you

Step back in my time machine

And rewind to Saturday

In a carpool of our friends

And no complications