Sitting in semi darkness at the back of the pub,

Whispered conversations, while the landlord rustles up some grub

We can pull our own pints now; just leave the money by the till

Those nights are hard to forget and I guess I never…

Around here strange things can happen, spoken words can stretch on the wind,

One can see them forming then change their meaning, fade away and begin again,

Multiplying falling over each other, an endless tired less production of the mind,

Then out of the blue a sentence forms, and so an inspiration of a…