Take me back on the dirty city tube
to the alleys and the pubs
I used to love
to the filthy streets
where the mind could wonder
the dark passage
where people spit and piss
Take me back to my youth
to my fearless footsteps
to the decisions
I could easily make
Oh how I long for the beauty before
before the world was over
when we raced on the staircase
going up to Piccadilly
how I miss the smell of smog
the engines working
the streets flooding
the strangers touching
Take me back to before
and I promise I won’t tell
I won’t warn you for the now
that came cruel to find me older
but never compromised…
The Yellow Room 