Walking down the road
To the island
Everybody
Waits for the bus
Looking at the streets
There all shinny
Mesmerised
Reflections of shops
Now I hear
The party has started
Records play and they're
All happy
Stomachs full of
Booze and of sandwich
Cigarettes are good
At the time
But not now
Auntie died and
Uncle left later
Someone else
Moved into the
House
None of us
Needed to go
Back there
Death had forced us
All to move on
Years later we
Went for a visit
Houses had all
Been turned to dust
Now the road is
Locked by the council
Memories will still
Carry on
Sixties gone