Living with the living

Nine years down the road and I remember it still Standing on the corner back in Govanhill Nine days out from home, feeling no pain That northern city sun breaking through the rain, that warmthless sun...

Some modest dreams, they just don't pay out Some modest means don't leave much way out In every cradle there's a grave now In every owner there's a slave now Heard somewhere that there is a place now...

Well, the day dawned and dried the grass on the ground Someone up and died without a sound And though we looked for, well, you couldn't be found You were already on your way, dear And I saw them call...

Colleen, never to be crowned queen Never an evergreen Floating above the scene As still as a figurine Expressionless, so serene But I know what makes you scream So don't you run out of steam I know...