Songs yet to come Songs of childhood make me think of #poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up a cigarette. Black hat, black coat, hiding in the shadows. It's the future: #poems yet to come Lurking in a subway, waiting for the night time. Moody, broody, rode around the back way. It's the future: #poems yet to come Songs of glory make me think of lives yet to come In my young days never fearful of the men with guns Now I'm older strange things happen And I'm on the run Fighting for the righteous, flying round like acrobats. Oddments, bookends, anything to hold it in. It's the future: lives yet to come Winding up at Waitrose, taking back the trolley. Smart card, smart car, think about creative arts. It's the future: lives yet to come Songs of sadness make me think of from where I've come In my young days I stayed cheerful by staying stumm Now I'm thinking I can't do better than I've already done Lying in the sunshine, listening to Latin tunes. Salsa, cha-cha, dancing round the living room It's the future: from where we've come Making love at lunchtime, hugging in the afternoon. Small pond, big pond, chitter-chatter in the gloom It's the future: from where we've come