It wasn’t a particularly sunny day nor finenAnd a dozen little problems kept me more than occupiednUntil I rounded the Hope Park Holy WallnAnd looked ahead to find her in the waynGrinning like a misbehaving childnnCould I talk of anything and what did I replied tonI think I mumbled something hunger wisenMy insides eating up the butterflies that kept hunger at baynAnd my nerves were playing crazy buggers with my sense of stylennThrow me round and downnBefore I fallnn11am soon became 1am of the next daynAnd it seems I’ve spent some 20 yearsnJust gazing at her facenAnd in her eyes she seemed to know menSeemed to search into my soulnnThrow me round and downnBefore I falln