Alleyways from Nightjar by Liz Overs

Jumping the cracks in the pavement for luck
The alleyways, the alleyways
Dreaming the dreams that the spider is spinning
Weaving the endings with webs of beginning
In the alleyways. the alleyways
Feels like home Feels like home

The big boys will get into trouble again
Running wild
Hearing his voice in old spice and tobacco
drawing my name with a stick in the mud by the river
In the alleyways, the alleyways
Feels like home Feels like home

Yesterday upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there

Sometimes it seems I live all of my life
In the alleyways
Watching a ghost in the cracks of the ceiling
Everyone shouting but no-one is listening
In the alleyways, the alleyways
Feels like home, feels like home

He wasn’t there again today
Oh how I wish he’d go away

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• traditional folk
• United Kingdom