we laid on the back on a latesummernight   when we ran out of words we could say   like two stranded stars on a deepfrozen sky   so gone but afraid not to stay      we counted the stars any latesummernight   and we watched their departure all day   "tomorrow we'll join 'em" we dreamt many times   but tomorrow was so far away      and the moon, and the stars,   and the summernight sky   that dirty old barn, and the grey in our eyes   the harbour, the sea, and the rivers of plight      and still we're so far away...      and still we lay on the back   another latesummernight   so gone but afraid not to stay