Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Buried and dead

Buried and Dead                                © Paul J Penton 2009

Friday night and I’m out driving
the same old streets
the stores arrive in the same old way
I remember that they did
when I was a kid
behind those doors they won’t know me
Nothing’s changed since I left here
under the bridge a lot of water’s flown

and this ain’t my home
I don’t know this town

I never thought I’d come back again until this day
everything’s been buried and dead – for so long
Now I’m walking here like a ghost
that no-one can see
It’s all been dead and buried to me

I’m in a room it’s full of flowers
seems like I’ve been here for hours
she’s showing me the choices I can make
which one will I take
there’s notices to go in papers
words to send to stone engravers
do you want to say some prayers or not
well I forgot
if he ever believed

I never thought I’d come back again until this day
everything’s been buried and dead – for so long
Now I’m walking here like a ghost
that no-one can see
It’s all been dead and buried to me

We’re rolling past a statue made to honour those who died
fighting in some foreign war where they bravely gave their lives
and his medals pinned into my coat
look down where he lay
some battles you can’t win I say
as I salute a final wave

I never thought I’d come back again until this day
everything’s been buried and dead – for so long
Now I’m walking here like a ghost
that no-one can see
It’s all been dead and buried to me
buried and dead
all buried and dead