Woman’s realm. I don’t care whether you hear this. I don’t care if I’m alone here singing songs to myself. There’s nobody else around around. Meet you up at the indian part of the town. The town’s shut down the people left with their bags. Their kids so there’s not a sound a sound. But I must get from there to here. There’s a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here. It’s too late to phone her now. What went wrong your grades were good. It would take a left wing robin hood to pay for school. Your dad’s a boozer and you keep him alive. Just a minute close your eyes. If we settle for this compromise I’ll stay with you. The river looks so good tonight. I don’t know what’s with your friend. She met a boy and at the summer’s end. She said she’d had enough of playing games. I don’t care cause I’m by myself. All the dancers left but I can’t dance. So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind. But I dream as I set to scrub all the floors the walls. I’m thinking of a song or two a boy a girl and a rendezvous. Are you coming or are you not?. There is nothing that would sort you out. There’s nothing I could say or do. You’re going to crash I’ll set the bails in front of you. Are you coming or are you not?. There is nothing that would sort you out. An interesting way of life. Deny yourself the benefits of being alive. You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station. With a torch and a woman’s realm to keep you warm. To keep you company. You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station. With a torch and a woman’s realm to keep you company tonight