Off The City

I'm supposed to send Greetings from your friends They are waiting at the alley Where the street ends And your mother has asked If you'll be back for Christmas She misses you and your brother She's reminded of her age And your sister's been diagnosed With her zodiac sign She's about to have a baby That will also be born in July And this town Never grows old Only the elderly know I've been speaking to them At the bench of the main road The young are sitting eagerly At the train station They have placed their hopes on the city Where men wear ties thicker than thighs Who believes anymore in the nation? Freedom is confused with political fragmentation I'm just lying here on the grass Thinking about the time That I spoke to you last But time is never on our side And this town never grows old Only the elderly know I've been speaking to them At the bench of the main road