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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