Arlington House
Address no fixed abode
An old man in a three-piece suite

Sits in the road
He stares across the water
And sees right through the lock

But on and up like outstretched hands
His mumbled words, his fumbled words


Further down there's a photo booth
A million plastic bags
And an old woman filling out

A million baggage tags
But when she get thrown out
Three bags at a time

She spies the old chap in the road
To share her bags with, she has bags of time


Surrounded by his past
On a short white line
He sits while cars pass

Either side
Takes his time
Trying to remember

One better day
A while ago when people stopped
To hear him say


Walking 'round you sometimes
Hear the sunshine

Beating down in time with the
Rhythm of your shoes


Now she has walked
Enough through rainy town
She rests her back against his

And sits down
She's trying to remember
One better day

Awhile ago when people stopped
To hear her say


Walking 'round you sometimes
Hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the

Rhythm of your shoes

Walking 'round you sometimes

Hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the
Rhythm of your shoes


The feeling of arriving
When you've nothing left to lose