One Down -

He had a book of letters with his name on

From all of the friends he had met

He showed it to me like a Master’s degree

From a school not invented yet

I took the look in his eyes

For the faraway stare of the wise

Didn’t see that empty bottle

Didn’t notice that open fly

So I followed his lead

One Down

Two Down

Like walking in your sleep

Three Down

Four Down

Any day of the week

His legs were no longer his own

They threw him down on the grass

Don’t let her know you saw me

Was the first thing that he asked

Turned on my heel to leave

Told her I wasn’t well

And I followed myself through the workaday streets

Like a servant called by a bell

One down (c)2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan