Soundtrack jack heathen
we are now in oxford circus / new wittington

part of a soundrack to a project about Brexitland

He spent his days dreaming of leaving
and he remembered the stories he’d been told,
of how the city shone at night,
and how the streets were paved with gold

So he sold off everything he owned
and he hit the road with his trusty cat -
he had no compass, guide or chart
but never once thought of turning back

He hitched lifts and he stowed away,
he cut through fences in the dark,
he begged for money in shop doorways,
he slept on benches in the park

He sold the cat to buy some food
and the promise of a passport from a man he knew,
he was told there’ll be a job for you
if you pay up front – but that fell through

The last anyone saw of him,
he was sleeping rough near Trafalgar square -
he ruined the feng-shui of the street,
but when the police arrived he wasn’t there