There is a boy somewhere far away
And I know that no matter what he may say
He can’t escape me 
Or erase me 
From his grasp
And the asp 
Bit me on the neck 
Of the dream I thought to wreck 
And I wonder when we both might die 
Me by accident and you because you want to try
To see what’s beyond the pale 
And I know what is not up for sale
But I have no cash to buy
Just the lashes I use to lie
About who I am 
I look away and that’s part of the plan 
Because I cannot let you see
That you have found your home in me 
Because I know that someday we’ll be separated 
Whether by force or because we’ve been education 
To believe in the divide
And I abide
Somewhere between God and Mass
Between being a good girl and getting an A in class
And it’s something growing up in an Ireland in transition 
Where people still use ammunition 
To fire at you 
While tolerance is preached to you in the pew
And it’s not okay to be gay
Then it is (or at least that’s what they say)
And I think of Stephen Gately 
And the people who cannot find a home lately 
As the rows erupt
And people on the news say that we’re fucked
But I see another scene 
And it resides in all that we’ve been 
In all these centuries 
And the millennia before they told us who we could be 
If we just believed 
But the dragon falls and I’m relieved 
Of the burden I bear 
And I watch the fabric tear 
On all that I thought I knew
This land always meant more to me than you 
And I know you’re somewhere in the city
And I tried it for a while but it’s a pity
But I missed the hills of Kilglass 
And the soul that pours through the grass 
In the fields so green 
The college was a concrete jungle of all I’d never been 
And I found some kind of refuge in Darragh
But my heart is like a sparrow
That sits on a lonely branch and sings
For the boys that gives air to its wings 
And the girls fight over what handbag is on brand 
And I just stare and watch the sand 
Slipping out of our hands 
And wonder why they don’t understand 
That they’re gripping something that is made of leather 
And won’t make them feel any better 
And I know I’ve got to get out of there
Then I find Tessa and Jennie and I know that they care
As we find some kind of peace in Nutgrove Avenue 
And I drove my own car down the roads of you 
As I stay up til five
Exuberant in the knowledge that you’re alive
Somewhere over there on the west coast 
And I don’t mean to boast 
But I think my man is the best 
Because he’s deeper than all the rest
And I cannot contemplate 
A series of x’s and y’s that do not equate
To you and I forever 
So I sail this endeavour 
To it’s logical conclusion 
My confession and your confusion