Here is an incomplete lyric written yesterday, inspired by the accompanying photo (which will show up on some links and not others weirdly). I should add that this isn’t specifically a love song to Gary, who features in the photo. That one will have to wait for another day.
Small Pleasures
Quaint little bench on the seafront there
The sign says “Sit down, be happy”
You pose with a frown, two fingers in the air
I swear, I couldn’t stop laughing
These small pleasures
Can’t be measured
Whenever we’re together
The sun peaks out
And smiles
Smiles at me
This hard won treasure
These small pleasures
The trail of a comet
In a summer sky
And I know they’ll never
Pass be by
I know they’ll never pass me by
I smile as I walkout the bookshop there
Brown paper bag in my hand
Somebody else’s story to share
Another life, in another land
These small pleasures
Can’t be measured
When ever we’re together
The sun peaks out
And smiles
Smiles at me
This hard won treasure
These small pleasures
The trail of a comet
In a summer sky
And I know they’ll never
Pass me by
I know they’ll never pass me by