I came across a cache of old photos. And invitations to teenage parties. "Dress in white" one said with quotations. From someone's wife a famous writer. In the nineteen-twenties. When you're young you find inspiration. In anyone who's ever gone. And opened up a closing door. She said: "We were never feeling bored. 'Cause we were never being boring. We had too much time to find for ourselves. And we were never being boring. We dressed up and fought then thought: "Make amends". And we were never holding back or worried that. Time would come to an end. When I went I left from the station. With a haversack and some trepidation. Someone said: "If you're not careful. You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for. In the nineteen-seventies". But I sat back and looking forward. My shoes were high and I had scored. I'd bolted through a closing door. I would never find myself feeling bored. 'Cause we were never being boring. We had too much time to find for ourselves. And we were never being boring. We dressed up and fought then thought: "Make amends". And we were never holding back or worried that. Time would come to an end. We were always hoping that looking back. You could always rely on a friend. Now I sit with different faces. In rented rooms and foreign places. All the people I was kissing. Some are here and some are missing. In the nineteen-nineties. I never dreamt that I would get to be. The creature that I always meant to be. But I thought in spite of dreams. You'd be sitting somewhere here with me. 'Cause we were never being boring. We had too much time to find for ourselves. And we were never being boring. We dressed up and fought then thought: "Make amends". And we were never holding back or worried that. Time would come to an end. We were always hoping that looking back. You could always rely on a friend. And we were never being boring. We were never being bored. 'Cause we were never being boring. We were never being bored