Oh see the dirty papers sweeping across the vaguely empty parking lot
Past lonely steel grey posts and fractured white painted lines?
Say by five o’clock tonight we can meet for some hot tea and a pastry
At Dana’s, the little place where Ewen wrote his set of ditties.
Can the ready crew before you leave for the day, they’ve outlasted
Their usefulness and Carrie wants them gone straight away.
You, Dawn’s place, with George, get going and figure out how to
Tell them the time has come to hit the highway, no hard feelings.
Early on, I thought the bunch would stick with us to the warm, green end
Too bad that Irwin is the only one who showed us the real stuff.
Light touch, good sense of where we need to put always short resources
The rest seem stuck in the firework’s light and unwilling to move in tune.
What’s so hard to understand is Francis’ reluctance, he’s not done in
As much as Harrison and Natalie, but he keeps chuffing and whining,
Proudly, as if his claim to stick is any better than the rest have put up.
Anyway, I’m gonna spring for the cheer-you-up later at Dana’s.
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