Crippling Lack Songtext
von David Thomas Broughton

On walks by the Upper Mersey
On firing up over the slight
When the substantial is most definite
Apparent and poised to smack


On walks by the Upper Mersey
Glass-eyed, both conquered, terrified
Sweat on our backs
On cradling each other
On battling through and making do
Spending money on credit
Since I got the sack

On forgiveness and tempered sentiment
Open to suggestion but too timid to ask
Throat of a horse in a crippling lack
On sparkling and dew-cheeked
A plump cushion of hope blocking
Rigid reality and the parallel track