Pushchair

A man with a pushchair
through a walking frame
there was more than i
could ever take about pain
so he walks the streets
and he doesn't even know my name
I'm going bad again
i'm going bad again
I've got a life affirming wish to blame
i've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain
and every mistake i make, i make it again
and every message i send condemns ,every message i send ends
A woman in the garden
older than i'll ever be
she's got a open heart
even for the likes of me
she's got a god for a goal
and a cat for a family
I wanna see what she sees
i wanna see what she sees
I've got a life affirming wish to blame
i've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain
and every mistake i make, i make it again
and every message i send condemns, every message i send ends
And the indecipherable singing
outside in the street at 5am
it is the sound of a voice
with far less choice than me again
i would invite them in
but i don't know where they've been
and my policy is
i don't open my door for strangers,
don't open my door for strangers
The man with a pushchair
through a walking frame
he should sit in the seat
and take the weight of his feet
for a change
he could admire the view
while he thought of what to do
and he could congratulate himself
on a deed well done
on a deed well done
on a deed well done
you've all been done
I've got a life affirming wish to blame
i've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain
and every mistake i make, i make it again
and every message i send condemns, every message i send ends