(Shearer)
Mother Earth
            Could I ever find another lover
            To take your place
            Some kind adulteress
            To rescue me from the wilderness
            Of your face
Your body
            Sometimes I get the impression
            It's so soiled
            You've been walked over so often
            And yet not quite spoiled
And the wealthy businessmen
            Take you to the clubs, restaurants and bars
            Where people hide their fears
            In smokey atmospheres
            And you try to hide
            Your acid tears
But now
            We're both alone
            And I see you in your pastel shades 
            And in the autumn twilight
            You make me feel
            I'm in love
    
   
   
© 2012 Andrew Shearer.