Poor the petrol can
Around this caravan
And watch the flames take all you own There’s a girl who understands
Like the back of her two hands
She’s all you need to know’Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find
There’s Braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind
There’s heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind And you follow the black bird home
Through the early winter snow
Your foot prints track you through the grass And you ache just to smell her clothes
And her cooking down on the stove
You see her face in everyone you pass’Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find
There’s Braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind
There’s heaven…
