21 York Street

I went to York Street
 Saw the house where I was born
 And watched the river flow
 Under the bridge where
 Clocks were turning
 Women talking
 Dogs were barking
 Watched the faces glow
 And all the words
 Like bubbles rise
 Advice and orders
 Tender lies the truth
 Don't tell me which way I should go
 Outside a butchers shop
 I saw a girl who looked a lot
 Like someone that I used to know
 I recognised expressions
 Eyes of boys in men
 Forgotten now
 Gods knows how many years ago
 And as I paused
 Deep breathing air
 My voice it roared
 But wavered only softly
 Through the town that I call home