STRANGER’S
TOWN
I drifted in on a stranger’s town
I don’t know who’s around
Memories of bygone days
Litter the room
Send me home with a smile
And I’ll forget the gloom
That loneliness gave to me
I once felt comfort here but I moved on
I don’t quite know why
A restless urge to far away
Or sometimes close by
Found the links further afield
But found myself single still
Yes I found myself in the same old world
I’ve come to you with open arms
I want to know it again
Leap to the front of my brain
May we fire again
With that old spirit and laughter that
The music often brang
Or have the years and the patches grey
Won the day again?
Copyright Michael Coghlan 1975
COMMENT
Hilarious really to see a 21 yr old worrying about ‘patches grey’. I think I was probably trying to use the phrase metaphorically – referring to friends getting older and not being around to just hang out, get high, and have fun as in the past. And note the poetic license use of ‘brang’ as a past tense of bring to rhyme with again! Though I see that “in some dialects the past tense of “bring” is “brang,”
From memory I was still smarting at being dumped and went
interstate to find some old friends to distract me.
