Woodmansterne Road

Sometimes I walk up Woodmansterne Road,
And feel familiar things as they moved
Like the 154 going by,
Or the taxi driver on the fly.
Sometimes I walk up Woodmansterne Road
And watch my past go by.

Sometimes I walk down Woodmansterne Road,
And see the shops as they used to look
Before I moved away.
Old and torn and yesterday
Sometimes I walk down Woodmansterne Road
And watch life fly away.

Sometimes I ride up Woodmansterne Road,
On the top deck, at the front of the 154,
With eyes of ages,
Old and torn and none-so-clear.
Sometimes I walk up Woodmansterne Road
And long for yesteryear.