Rocking Horse

Steve Kilbey

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[added Sept. 20, 2016]

In the welded room, the blue flies drawn
The smell of turpentine
Winding up the dummy spring
They grind out Auld Lang Syne

The sunlight through the window drifts
But never really shines
He kneels upon a dusty floor
And says, "Won't you be mine?"

You were hiding, always riding
Nightmares that you let run free
Coming to you, ran right through you
Rocking horse in a nursery

On a freezing day the gypsy boy
Spits blood in the snow
His mother says you'll be afraid
When it's time to go

And you wonder about the wish you made
That came true long ago
As you run towards a caravans
But the dream has made you slow

You were hiding, always riding
Nightmares that you let run free
Coming to you, ran right through you
Rocking horse in a nursery

In the welded room, the blue flies drawn
The smell of turpentine
I'm winding up the dummy spring
They grind out Auld Lang Syne

In the welded room, the blue flies drawn...