Some things never go away

On the Verge

I know a bank where the car fumes blow
Where the carriageway grease will flow
And traffic cones form an orderly row

From my vantage
On the verge
On the verge of a new beginning
On the verge of a new descending

It was only one disaster in the game


Fourth Avenue - that's in Hove
But instead the police car drove
To the clink in Worthing town
As I strove to keep it down

After leaving - my bed
On the verge
On the verge of a new beginning
On the verge of a new descending

It was only one disaster in the game

Forgot to say I was sorry
For causing all that fuss
For thinking the cops were a taxi
For not taking the bus

So I'm sorry your honour
I didn't mean to cause a fray
I didn't know this would stay with me

To the end of my days
On the verge
On the verge of a new beginning
On the verge of a new descending

You should have left me
Sleeping - on the Verge