Places

Places

We move in and out of watching faces

Float around the hotel lobby like fishes

They're all blowing air

We know it must mean something

But we just stareWe stood on Primrose hill like statues

We were so good

Walked along the locks and into Camden

Tried on silver shoes

And orange plastic jacketsPlaces

We move in and out of as fast as hail stones

Make jokes, hey, isn't that the word for our tombstones

So that everyone will know

When they're out one afternoon

And stop to read the stones