By Fiona Freeman and David Harley
Sadly, I lost touch with Fiona Freeman decades ago. If she or anyone who knows/knew her happens across this page and cares to get in touch, please do. Sorry, no reward, not even royalties…. (there aren’t any, so far!)
alternative take:
We both know the lines
And we both know the score
And we sit drinking scotch
With no time for one more
And the time shuffles past
Like a drunk in a bar
Our hands meet and lock
Trying to cover the scar
And just like a sundial
The shadow moves round
Helping to darken the good news
We just found
Outside our four walls
There’s another day’s rain
Inside our two minds
Another day’s pain
Now down the road walking
Our footsteps in rhyme
Yet it seems for so long
We’ve been just marking time
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