The West Spake Beckoning

1st draft: 7 November 2007
unpublished

Sell everything, I’m gone
& leave my life forgotten

I was staring at the night
& the West spake beckoning
So you covered my ears

There were buses on the road
& planes in the sky
So you covered my eyes

You never picked up the phone
& the fare was low
So you lost me to the wind

Sell everything, I’m gone
& leave my life forgotten