Whatsisname and me
Sitting in my willow tree
Elderly man, crippled as he runs down the lane
Tries to rescue his daughter, needs to catch the train
Missing the last one, decides to walk back
But on his way home gets mugged by a crack
Addict and killer named Charlie, thieves money for his fix
Goes to his dealer, but he’s got some new tricks
Up his sleeves, knows it’s been too long
So he swallows his pride, and goes to see his son.
Meanwhile whatsisname and me,
Still sat here in my willow tree
His name has changed four times since then
Matthew, Mark, Luke then Ken?
The news switches on in a family living room
Having beaten up his wife, he stands there, looms
Over her, he’s dangerous, like the Grim Reaper
She can’t get out, there’s no escape, he’s the ‘Housekeeper’
John will get his comeuppance one of these days
Rather sooner than later, his wife still there, just lays
With her eyes closed, body limp, making no sound
Panicking, he digs a hole, burying her in the ground.
A boy
Too petrified, will not ever dare go back home
He ran straight out that door, and now he’s all alone
Running down the street at full pelt he catches my eye
The look of pain across his face, as I begin to cry
Wonders if his Granddad will ever find him alive
Hopes to God, unlike his mum, that he will survive
Ken says goodbye, he’s had enough of me, the boy still stares
Wanting to be loved, wishing for someone who really cares
So for the first time in a week, I climbed down my tree
To sit with him in the guttering, he said his name was Lee.
Whatsisname and me
No longer sat in my willow tree
Now we fly so much higher, watching people on the Earth
Looking on those, whose lives like ours had no special worth
Holding hands, searching eyes, skimming the clouds with our toes
Only seeing people worse off than us, their burdens and their sorrows.
