Dawn fluttered like a birdnFrom a magician's hat,nI fell asleep on Porthcawl sands,nSlipped through a rabbit-hole of timennKids kick a football in the rain,nA bin bag blows across a field,nWe're kids again, walking home from school,nThere's Dexter, Joanne and me and younnDays spent talking in your room,nThe smell of freshly blow-dried hair,nAnd when I got my first guitarnYou sang along to Reach Out, I'll Be TherenI stole a hairgrip from your bagnAnd hid it safe in a dry-stone wall,nWhen you fell for Joe McGrath it broke my heart,nHe told me all he wanted was your coochie, that's all nnAnd your Daddy drank himself to death,nI watched the rain run off the hearse,nAnd those winter evenings huddled in doorways,nWhen you'd tell me all about the stuff you'd readnnWhen you left for college I came to see you off,nAnd you looked so beautiful I couldn't speaknYou'd write you said once you'd found a place to stay, nWhen you'd gone I walked all day, I walked for milesnnYou came back for Christmas once or twice,nI bought you a drink and you drank it down in one,nAnd you gave me a book of poems by Sylvia PlathnBut all our old shortcuts seemed overgrownnnI helped you change a tire on your car,nAnd you laughed when I said I'd like to stay just how I am, nThen nobody heard of you for years,nLast we heard you'd married a marine nnI still walk home past where you lived,nWith the empty swing swaying in the breezenAnd the feeling everything just fizzles outnAnd the porchlight on neat piles of raked leavesnnThe paint's been flaking on my life for years,nI talk to ghosts out loud at the bandstand,nIf you hear me, put on your sleeveless dressnAnd join me here tonight on Porthcawl sands