In the autumn Saturday afternoon sun
We went to look at the demolition of the shops
And I saw the houses sitting on the road behind
Made of kiss-marked flettons
With UPVC and aluminium additions
There was something there all of a sudden
About your far away house

I want to try and get to it but I cannot
A metaphor for distance
For settling for something
Clipped wings saying “this’ll do”
Instead of saying “this is what I want”

I am busy, but tearful
I have things done, and things to do
And lots of things to look forward to
But those damn fletton bricks
And something warm and far away
And a sad young man in 1986
Are all playing on my middle aged mind