The Cat With The Silvery Paws

Roads, these roads are clad in smoke
your talks are drifting past like trains – they scarcely stop
now i’m gone astray in here
where tired walls are chattering…… don’t stay! don’t stay!
… and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again
Fear has shut away your dreams
you walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool
I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws
she plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away
i wonder where i am – under the snow in a sunday cloak
but you just say i’d think too much
maybe you’re right – who will ever know?