What is it you're holding on still for?
Did you fail to hear them announce the start?
Don't you feel the magnetic rails on your heart?
Do you actually have any goals any more?

A hit from your drug of habit or choice?
Your miracle epiphany?
The loitering mob at the hiltop tree?
A long-lost reassuring voice?

Do you reckon a star will stiletto the gloom?
Can the sun penetrate your cumulus?
Are the rumours true of a future blush
Through the heavy door, in the final room?

A kiss at the back of the matinee?
Or fuck in the alley behind the club?
Some random bear, twink, otter or chub?
The fantasy friend you're forbidden to say?

If you work like a dog will they give you a bone?
Or be remembered as foolish but tough?
Could your dream come true if you wait long enough?
Do you just want to die in a comfortable home?