It Takes Me Places

Bare feet landing soft on wet grass,

Whiff of Winter, Autumn’s last dance,

The secret words written on your back,

Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop,

A rope on a tree, deathlike heat

Finding your face in a crowd

I close my eyes

And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury

At the door to a heartache

I turn the key and arrive

At a merry-go-round

Crackles and heartbeats, green gates,

Wet castle walls, stiff nightmare feet,

The scent of fresh baked buns at the door, one more,

Raindrops pounding the bedroom roof,

New sheets, first wave of Christmas mood,

A walk in easy silence

I hear a tune

And suddenly it takes me places, a gallery

At the door to a heartache

I turn the key and arrive

At a merry-go-round

All the hurt, every kindness, shame

Every thrill of youth down memory lane

A point of interest on the map of me

All the hurt, every kindness, shame

Every thrill of youth down memory lane

A point of interest on the map of you

And suddenly they take us places, to treasuries

At the door to a heartache

We turn the key and arrive

At a merry-go-round

And suddenly it takes us places, to galleries

At the door to a heartache

We turn the key and arrive

At a merry-go-round