been on the lash, dying for a slash
crossed legs and waiting
A man in a high viz, clutching his thermos
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means a lot to me
This means a lot to me
Oh, Pothole!
My head is spinning
Haunting notes, pizza n cheese strings
The bastard is whistling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of the band and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance
The Pothole has gone, only you and I
It means a lot to me
This means a lot to me
Oh Pothole!
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