Changeover

Tired feet, lonely streets
Frosty grass and cut-short dreams
The silvery light of the rising sun
Casts its eye on those relieved
Travelling home and passing back
The same way as those that came before
And tucked away, behind the trees
Nurses dance upon old vinyl floors
Notes are taken, breakfasts made
Pills are popped and go on parade
Gas taps hissing, patients pissing
Eardrums ringing with old malaise
And still the clocks spin round the hours
Where heavy hearts stand straight as flowers
Where simple songs ripple and flow
Where years go fast but days go slow
Still hurtling through the winter time
We cycle through the coldest days
Till suns and moons and stars align
And beds are warmed by summer haze
We arrow forth, and we take no pause
Where nurses dance upon old vinyl floors