image The Likes Of You And Me I'm on a frosty bench, reading the obituaries, there's the heart of a ghost beating in me, A woman sits down at the other end, I said "Move along, lady, I don't need a new friend". " You're such a prick," she says and I know what she means. Her iPod's playing that old hit by the Nashville Teens. I said "But sometimes people change". "Not us," she said, " the likes of you and me. It's like we're damned," she said. I said "Could be". So we're sweating in her bath over a salon somewhere and I'm watching her body as she's towelling her hair, She said she'd been to the cop-shop on St Anselm's Row to report herself missing a long time ago, She said "I'll see other men, you got a problem with that?" I tore away the towel and we made love on the mat. I said "Maybe we'll fall in love?". "Not us," she said, "not you and me. It's different for us," she said," don't you agree?" So we'd break into office-blocks late at night and just float round the rooms by computer light, Just goofing around, we'd never steal shit. My eyes grow all watery now just thinking 'bout it. They bulldozed most of the places we'd gone. My calendar still shows the month she moved on. I said "Maybe we'll meet again?" "Not us," she said, "not you and me. For us it just don't happen like that, no siree". "Not us," she said, "the likes of you and me. It's different for us," she said, "always will be". [ Back ]