New England - Elsinore

Move your roots so far away

And then get back to me

Put the children off to bed

It’s nothing they should see

Pull your hair back, cross your hands

They’re getting in the way

Pull the pictures off the walls

The nails hang empty

Paint yourself into a corner

That’s what you’re best at

Keep unpacking all you’ve hoarded

It won’t take you back

Close your eyes and count it up

The times you gave me up

Forty thousand parachutes

You credited to luck

Healing all your cuts and bruises geographically

Sister cities both forgetting you so easily

Point your finger at the one

Who left the fighting front

I think you know why I’m here

And everything you’ve done

I remember last December

I was chasing after you

And leafing through the pages

You scribbled out in blue

Frozen mornings in New England

Don’t discount your double-dealing

You’re the secretary general

And a one-man wrecking crew