Rain In May

Have you ever felt lost like a child in a city?

When each pair of shoulders looked exactly like mum's?

That panic sets in and you start to get anxious.

Heart begins pounding, ears beat like drums.

I must say these days I'm used to the town,

Walking from suburbs in the cold and the rain,

The bus stops at half ten, 8 in the winters.

Children throw rocks through the windscreen again.

You may even live in a place like my home,

Where a kid might just stab you for a pair of your shoes,

I think of the city and I'm drained with exhaustion,

Sometimes this place really gives me the blues