There were soldiers marching on the common today. They were there again this evening. They paced up and down like seabirds on the ground. Before the storm clouds gathering.
The wind sways the trees and the raindrops on the leaves. Tumble down, down my neck in the breeze. Yes, it's true I hid out in the shadow of your doubt,.
I stood before the judge that day. As he refused me bail. And I knew that I would spend my time. Awaiting trial in jail. I said there is no justice. As they led me out of the door.