April 5th 1994. Life was simple and my world was a town. Despite what was going on outside it, life was for living, everything made sense in my little bubble.
As the blinking white light of a florescent tube cut into the darkness of my kitchen I caught a reflection of myself in the window.
Old Brown Shoe Who did you belong to Someone called Derek, Brian or John Whoever it was is now long gone and left you on the side of the road without a leg to stand on.
If I had a hook where my arm should be would you hold it against me If I had a false leg would you run away with me If my lips were glued shut would you know what i was thinking