Somewhere tonight you’re on the road, where nothing happens, mad gusts of wind like the devil’s breath scratch your ears. A town, a city, what does it matter anymore now?
We lived by the rules of derelict men, why was darkness so different then?
They called you ‘Cosmic Nigel’ but that was wrong! You were so much more than that. Do your eyes still twinkle with the love of the open road? No, I fear not, all the haystacks are gone Nigel, “Private Keep out!” God help you my dear friend.
Some people are so lost that all they can do is walk, are you walking tonight Nigel?