The meeting place is my room at six

Everyone is coming to get their fix

Talking about their demons of the day

And how time has made them weary.

By seven, things won’t look so dreary

We’ll have beer in our blood and speak

In tongues freely.

Iain and his girlfriend will arrive at around eight

saying he’s sorry for being late.

And he can only stay till ten forty five

because he has games to play.

And his girlfriend Lisa’s heart to stratify.   

By ten the hotel California is where we’ll dwell

And each will do things we know

All too well.

Owen will boast of how his love can not be captured or atoned.

And over time this has been shown.

I’ll lie on my bed and think of Laura going to Africa when she’s grown.

Stephen will say when he’s not with us, he’s all alone.

And Stef will chime in with a question or two

“Why must you analyse everything we do?”

And when the Iain’s, Lisa’s and Laura’s go away,
my other darker friends will stay.

But they will turn the lights out before they leave

And the others who stay will find it easy to breathe.

We’ll shout, shake and jeerer

But never will we shed a tear

Instead we’ll get drunk and sing

Wish You Were Here.