A walk down the Byres Road !

A walk down the Byres Road

Walking down the Byres Road
I see a world of many faces

Short, long, squared and oblong
Bruised, smoked scarred and all sorts

There stands an old man fiddling a torn violin
I see a dead Mozart playing tunes on pennies

And a lady tattered and broke with her life
Selling upscale magazines which no one buys

Up on to the crossroads I see a mild sun on top
Down I see a man begging in the dark

Puffing and giggling I see lovers going hand in hand
A young boy selling dreams on this land

Butchers, Fish-mongers, keepers, bankers and all
Pacing against time for a final call

On the other side of the road I stand like a new born
Dreams in my eyes and hope not torn

Putting the best foot forward and fingers crossed
With all expectations gyrating and bit tossed

I just closed my eyes and hear the song
Hush it goes, Hush it goes, and it never last.