SANDY, YOU’RE IN THE PAST TENSE NOW
©Trev Teasdel, Coventry, September 1969


Your face is like a heavenly palace
Your eyes, so sympathetic and wise.
Now down the long dark and lonely track I tread,
Wearily, with my burdens on my back.
Someone’s turned the light off
and the current cannot flow.
Sandy, You’re in the past tense now.


I cannot ride the train of life alone.
I am a pebble but was a larger stone.
I am a king that’s been dethroned.
A dog on the street that’s been disowned.
Someone turned the switch off
and the current cannot flow
Sandy, you’re in the past tense now.


The bridge of continuity has opened wide and angry jaws.
Our romance was founded on subsiding shores.
U-p the golden spiral staircase I did ascend.
But the air grew thin on oxygen
and forced us to descend.
Sandy, you’re in the past tense now.


And now, as i look over the bombed sight
of my present life; rubble scattered, rats run rife.
Tears won;t clear away the mess.
tears won;t lead to happiness.
Someone’s chopped the trees down
and the winds of freedom blow.
Sandy, You’re in the past tense now.
Someone’s turned the switch off
and the current cannot flow
Sandy, you’re in the past tense now.