Grand Final Day

And it's Grand Final Day
I dream, the hotel window looks out over the lowlands
The page is empty and work's been forgotten
While spirits wander not inside, but outside

And it's Grand Final Day
I leave the hotel and head for the rendezvous
An army marches along through the streets in disguise
While tree's are swaying underneath the grey sky

Hard-rain in the afternoon
Still comes down whether or not I care

And it's Grand Final Day
The gypsy leads me away through the streets to the port
The city seems to be sound asleep
In a dream unseen while a strange juggernaut
Over the mountain descends on the skyline

Some telephone wire's been draped with wet shoes
When I get home, I'll write down these words for my muse

Hard-rain in the afternoon
Still comes down whether or not I care
Though in stillness I care

And it's Grand Final Day



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Eaton
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