(Sullivan) 2016 You can make a fire out of anything You can warm your hands on the plastic burning on the frozen ground When the only word is ‘when’ You can make a camp out of anywhere Polythene sheets and rope until they come to pull it down You just start again Winter storms and the snow flying Razor wire and the gulls crying Cross the water or die trying You can make a little hope out of anything Follow the latest rumour to an empty concrete yard On the edge of town Where there’s always someone to take your money There’s always someone to make a promise and then go to ground Another face to forget Winter storms and the snow flying Razor wire and the gulls crying Cross the water or die trying You can lie awake through the long dark night And count the trucks as they go passing by The ships loading up and sailing out for the promise land You can listen to the wind as it whips up the sand from the dunes And dream and dream that it blows and blows and blows All the fences in the world down to the ground You can end the journey anywhere You can lose your hold on the axle frame and fall into the road And under the wheels You can fall right through the world and disappear Playing a game of hide-and-seek just one too many times Until the time that you’re not found Winter storms and the snow flying Razor wire and the gulls crying Cross the water or die trying
