I guess i might start walking back   past the fenced in pontiacs   like a lover waiting to be reconciled   there's a couple up ahead   above a laugh the woman said   "nothing lasts like the memory of a child"   But oh i hear the footsteps below   a girl with a soldier late walking home   If only my eyes know the truth   then i have seen better days then youth   maybe this time moves in horizontal lines.   Cause i'm a passenger in the van maybe i can be a merciful man   i feel the hot air sound of tongues   and i've got London in my lungs   and i'm feeling like a sketch   of a roller coaster car   with the vinyl foam and tar   waiting uphill for the chain to catch.   And oh i hear footsteps below   a bottle across the pavement and the quiet voices go -