The Outskirts of Town-Pocketbooks

Growing up on the outskirts of town To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car And she stayed inside as she started to heal As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too And I'd later run through the high street at night Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town Endless Threads was a shop on my road Opened in autumn, by winter it's closed As it found no favour with home-made designs As the kids wait on platforms for city-bound trains And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their Faded plans for a cinema club Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes And a handwritten note, with the words… "To whomever this letter might find Here's the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town I'm in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets But I've fallen for something that's out of my reach And I guess the anonymous city's for me And I guess I'm naïve if I think I'll survive on the outskirts of town" And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes And she folds the note, puts it back in the box Hands in the clothes to the charity shops And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained And then waits on a bench for a city-bound train on the outskirts of town