Smithereens

Head’s still banging on those hospital walls

Monitor wires and late-night calls

Day long flights and sleepless nights

Neon city sights and Kowloon fights

Look at you, look at you

Years from your teens

Here I am, here I am

Waiting here in smithereens

Brought you home, love made you well,

She said I stole you back, time will tell

Birthday cakes and mud caked knees

Kite flying hills, the late morning breeze.

Look at you, look at you

Not yet in your teens

Here I am, here I am

Lying here in smithereens

I shouldn’t judge your girl’s looks by her cover

But I know her type and it makes me shudder

I’m staring into that time travel mirror

Me and the Boss by the Jersey river

Look at you, look at you

Barely in your teens

Here I am, here I am

Crying here in smithereens

But here we are, chip off my block

Another Aries soul, off to run amok

Ready to fall in love, then fall apart,

 Right here to stitch that tear in your heart.

Look at you, look at you

Barely left your teens

Here I am here I am

Dying here in smithereens

But it was only ever what could have been

My shattered soul, my nightmare dream

Your blackened blood rolled a one

Broken here in smithereens

All that helpless love

All that could have beens

Just a vacuum-packed hollow heart

Broken here in smithereens.

All that could have beens

Broken here in smithereens

Broken

(J. Guinness 1991)