I was sorry for the pain and the worry
and the first hand words of the man from the quarry
who won’t take money to pay his rent for a while
So I want to borrow out a knife
to hollow out a skin to give him at the shop tomorrow
but the window’s covered with a page of the Saturday Sun
It was only a matter of time till the hands on the tourniquet dried
with the pain and the pressure relieved the feeling under her knees
was going by the hour until she could be received

I was sorry for the pain and hurried
with the grass snake photos all the way from the quarry
And the first road way for a car that was wandering round
The day was shattered but she said what mattered
were the grease stains all around the seat we sat her
and I wished that time we’d driven to the Mornington side
It was only a matter of time till the hands on the tourniquet dried
with the pain and the pressure relieved the feeling under her knees
was going by the hour until she could be received