Adrift and Dumfounded - Ian Anderson
He stands at the crossroads
Of New St and Old Town
Gerald Something from
Good home on sea
Thinking back to the child
That he once was
All bread and butter and
Jam for his tea
Men came and went in
His moments of madness
Muttered apologies
Late for a meeting
Too much intensity too
Much feigned sadness
Crestfallen hangdog
Glances too fleeting
He was your golden boy
He's adrift and dumfounded
With nowhere to go
No appointments to keep
He's our little man
He's adrift and dumfounded
Head on hard pillow
Waiting for sleep
Broken societies
Selfish uncaring
Addled brains clutching
At chemicals soothing
Desperate measures
Desperately tearing
At last vestige of dignity
His for the losing
He was your golden boy
He's adrift and dumfounded
With nowhere to go
No appointments to keep
He's our little man
He's adrift and dumfounded
Head on hard pillow
Waiting for sleep
He's our little man
He's adrift and dumfounded
Head on hard pillow
Waiting for sleep