Francis Phillips
He stands with his back to the wall
Looking out across the twisted world
Towerblock's rise
Up against the yellow sky

I’m looking out for you
I'm looking out for you

Sometimes
I'm running in my heavy boots
Down the rutted lanes of this town
Run run run my brother
Don't bother looking round.

Woman calls
In the garish night
Bulbous shadows
Dodging in and out and in and out of sight
Closed doors
Feeling my way through the dark
I'm looking out at you -
His cropped head fist like turns
I wonder where does it end.

My teeth dry with the inbreath
Turning
Streetlights and the tunnelview
Run run run my brother
I'm waiting here for you.