One Better Day

Arlington House

Address no fixed abode

An old man in a three piece suite

Sits in the road

He stares across the water

And sees right through the lock

But on and up like outstretched hands

His mumbled words his fumbled words

Further down there's a photo booth

A million plastic bags

And an old woman filling out

A million baggage tags

But when she get thrown out

Three bags at a time

She spies the old chap in the road

To share her bags with she has bags of time

Surrounded by his past

On a short white line

He sits while cars pass

Either side

Takes his time

Trying to remember

One better day

A while ago when people stopped

To hear him say

Walking 'round you sometimes

Hear the sunshine beating down in time with the

Rhythm of your shoes

Now she has walked

Enough through rainy town

She rests her back against his

And sits down

She's trying to remember

One better day

Awhile ago when people stopped

To hear her say

Walking 'round you sometimes

Hear the sunshine

Beating down in time with the

Rhythm of your shoes

Walking 'round you sometimes

Hear the sunshine

Beating down in time with the

Rhythm of your shoes

The feeling of arriving

When you've nothing left to lose

Walking 'round you sometimes

Hear the sunshine

Beating down in time with the

Rhythm of your shoes