Hole In The Hedgerow

I want to sit on a park bench with you

Watch the birds and people watch

Make up stories

Where they’re coming from and going to

Take turns first me and then you

In the morning remind me to wear sunscreen and a jacket

Fix my coller

Brush the dust off my shoulders as I leave

Want me at my best and love me at my worst

And in the evening notice my little scrapes and bruises

As you trace my outlines with your finger tips

Find my scars and make up stories about where they came from

Then make believe where were going and make me believe it’s true

One day I want to sit on a park bench with you