The Cross Eyed Rambler - Paul Heaton

What language does it take?

What consequence our every move

How much how one would hate?

How bright that sunlight shining down

On any sudden heath?

And just how dim the shadow cats

Should lose all underneath?

How long the journey, quick or slow?

How far off beaten track?

How short the long and winding road?

How long the cul-de-sac?

Which one of us, the answer’s home

Which

Just like that cross eyed rambler

We’ve been this way before