God Knows Where *
My mother she left me I don’t know where she went
perhaps she never arrived
I left home when I was four years old
I had to survive
I had to survive
I’m sitting with a friend catching up on old times
I tell him my story and he tells me his
I tell him there is a woman involved
There always is, there always is
I’m sitting in a café with a woman from France
She’s wearing earrings of jade
She gets up to leave and I sit there and wait
For time to fade, for time to fade
I’m walking through London with a woman I don’t know
My skin’s cold and bare
I flag down a cab and off we both go
to God knows where, to God knows where
It’s morning when I wake but there’s no one around
I got nothing to share
I put on my coat and go for a walk
to God knows where, to God knows where
It’s cold and it’s wet and I’m a long way from home
I’m in a cheap hotel
There’s nothing I can see that interests me
Well not that I can tell, not that I can tell
I’m standing in a field in “No Mans Land”
All I can do is stare
My memory is clear but my senses have gone
To God knows where, To God knows where
© copyright – Stephen Newman 2019