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Neither kind or unkind
Neither absent or present
Just a reflection
It's just in the way we walk
I walk to my father's metre, I walk with the old man's gait
Down past the gasometer and through the estate
Those miscalculated steps
Now he's not so steady on his pins
Those miscalculations
He was never ready with his affection
He walks with my grandfather's falter, he walks with the old man's gait
Not that he ever knew him, just some guy staring at the school fence
Those miscalculated steps
None of us were so good at sums
Those miscalculations
With never the time to make our corrections
And I lifted you up to get a better view.
Your hip pressed against my cheek and your arm fell over the top of my head.
Your fingers playing with my ear.
And we looked at the same thing. And you were my boy.
And then I sat you on the wall, leaned down on my elbows to be by your side.
And you pointed and you told me of everything you could see.
Those miscalculated steps
None of us were so good at sums
Those miscalculations
With never the time to make our corrections
Neither kind or unkind
Neither absent or present
Just a reflection
It's just in the way we walk
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