Something is happening
Someone from the New Age says
‘Listen to the stones’
And you’ve 50 thou
With their heads on the ground
And another fifty thou
Gathered round the radio
Hoping a song
From forty years ago
Is coming on
I pay no attention
I’m with Mum with eggs
In the pan in the kitchen
Watching as they reduce
From a life of difference
To the same taste of eggs
Something was happening
It’s probably not no more
