The night was so quiet
The night was so still,
The fog crowded round me
And the old flour mill.
The cold brought back memories
Of the good and the bad,
Of roses and tear drops that I have once had.
The rain flooded down on me,
Wet me right through,
I looked round the area
No doves went ‘Coo coo,’
I thought it’d get better
But that it did not,
Because tomorrow,
I’M GETTING MY SHOT!