29 September 2012
And his jacket doesn't fit
Sleeps under cardboard blankets
But that's his choice isn't it?
Maybe not, because Tom's wife
Had driven him half mad
And to drive along her tollroad
She took everything he had
But she left Tom his finest
And he wears it everyday
For her lover's left the tollroad
And she'll pay the toll one day...
Toll • Opuss № I