In the morning when you hibernate
doting on the duvet and
Blamelessly remote.
I cross your room from the bed on all fours
like a thief. Don't like doors
no but out your ground-floor window I will go
I will fall, falling just as gently as the small
apologetic snow.
And to the bike shed I will tip tip toe
and take the only bicycle whose
combination code I know.
I like to take with out consent and to be fair
if the owner's never there
and he's fool enough to set the lock to 0 0 0 0 0
well I can't think that he could scorn
to find his saddle warm sometimes.
Out early morning on my stolen set of wheels
to the squeaking of my heels
and the falsifying fingers of the sun
they will fall anywhere, on anyone
Chapel wall or city slum,
blamelessly remote
Oh the streets are simple then
the air is muscular and clear of other men.
And I ride, and I ride
o I can't be kept inside
like a child
or any thing you can put across in song
And I will bring you back a mirror that i found
leave it broken on the ground
scattered round the wreckage of your room.
And you will wonder where it came from
Cos you never seem to notice when I'm gone.