Longshot Ballyaughlis
Christopher’s gone loopy
he’s down at the pub
there’s pain in Daddy’s eyes
I’m talking with my mother
surprised that I am sane
I’ll sort it out don’t worry
slip out the back door
stoop to pick up a pebble
talisman Scott family home
out the gate
down the road
novice priest that night
everything’s just as it is
under an unreachable sky
into the Homestead Inn
there he is in the back
gloomy pub world seats
staring into his grievances
with girlfriend along side
what is this all about
everyone’s to blame
they’re just our poor parents
imperfect we’re all the same