Spring still paints fire escapes with Hopper shades

Radio’s rap and screech like trains

A figure’s floating through the sewing set

Some guy walks – suspended – the sky

Takes more imagination

When every thing’s remote control

For me it’s just a case of what’s on the other side of clothes

Tell everybody I’m gone away for ten years

I’m gone to wander among the Wicklow Hills

New Jersey white kid in his sunday jeans

Stuck to the corner of the street

Fat gypsy lady smacks the window pane

Some guy walks – suspended – the sky

Takes more imagination

When every thing’s remote control

For me it’s just a case of what’s on the other side of clothes

Tell everybody I’m gone away for ten years

I’m gone to wander among the Wicklow Hills