Three Imaginary Boys

Great to see Kentucky again at the weekend.  Now it’s not far off forty years ago since we first became all 8 kinds of Nashe drunk back in 1981. Was it all a figment of someone’s imagination? Would have been even better with Max.

Walk across the garden
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No one’s home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves
Can you help me?
Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys