Wayward Lad from Imperfect Pop by David Clune

Another lonely night
In Cherrywood
Taking the Luas home
Back to my bedsit room

And the wind is howling
The air is freezing
The night is in a desperate gloom
And I'm just sitting solitary singing to the moon

Another lonely night
Nobody by my side
To myself so unkind
Fighting to feel alive

But there's something happening
Inside of me
I have to live with what I can't control
Got a world of troubles bubbling in my soul

And Springsteen's on the radio
Singin about the Promised Land
And into the dead of night
Goes this wayward lad

Lonely Boy
Lonely Man

You'll look for me
Call for me
Ask the doctors
The teachers
The neighbours
Check the spot
The sea
The places we'd meet
Ring the same number I'd had
Since the summer we met
I'm sorry I didn't tell you
I'm sorry I didn't say
I just won't be there


C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.

• Pop
• acoustic
• alternative pop
• raw
• soul
• Dublin