Take a walk, The sun going down, Shadows stretching across the ground, Still a little heat in the sun, A few folks looking lobster, Peeling and undone.
Pizza delivery car crawling up the street, Looking for the right house, Hurry man, folk impatient to eat.
Couples going into town, Dressed up for a date, He says, "Getting a hustle on, can’t be late." She says, "You try walking in these shoes ya prick."
Perfume and heels as the girl’s night crowd, Singing songs and acting loud, Make their way to town.
Some nurses at bus stop ready for a shift, Hoping a pal will come by and Give them a lift.
Two guys by the old petrol station smashing glass, The old guy on the road, Shouting he'll kick their arse. They start laughing, "Fuck off old yin, Get to fuck."
He’s dodging the speeding ice-cream truck.
Sun making purples and oranges across the sky As it disappears behind the hill. Don’t hang your head with sorrow, You know it will be back tomorrow.
Sunset never gets old for me, Like taking another picture of the sea.
Round the corner, Raised voices from an open window, Two doors down They are blasting out some soul.
The queue at chip shop, Got to get your fix, Maybe haggis, or fish and chips.
A few football fans heading to the game, "Win today, It'll be another victory Monday."
Past the dog walkers and I'm heading home, Past the crowd at the corner shop, "Will you get us a carry out?" "Naw."
Paul Andrew Sneddon 