Oliver Twitter - Lincoln Man (feat. Mike Flattley)

Taking small comfort from Saturday's Age
Feelin' the cold of the bench through each page
Salvation stews, bottle of booze
Takin' a meal from parkside bins
Cigarette ends in Carlton tins
Turnin' towards whatever brings him a friend

Dancin' with unseen friends, his mind pretends
To be dancing with a queen
Fantasy plays its game and hides his name
In a mist of dreams, 'till the cold air gleams on the

Pattern of patchwork that makes up his clothes
Small bits of string and some rags for his toes
Old coat and shoes, battered and bruised
Meeting a friend in Lincoln Park
Passing each day to greet the dark
That hides every worn and weathered mark on his face

Dancin' with unseen friends, his mind pretends
To be dancing with a queen
Fantasy plays its game and hides his name
In a mist of dreams, 'till the cold air gleams on his clothes

Written by:
Gregory Flattley

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