The Things That Might Have Been

From across the river

There's a fire in the barrel
Children selling death
There's an old man singing carols
With his dying breath

There's a boy without a father
Dealing monte on the street
Mo he rubs his hands together
Tries to generate some heat

Tonight nobody's buying
But he's patient past his years
He grew up with the sirens
Ringing in his ems
The neon is his saviour
The pavement is his mend

He sees the things that are
And the things that might have been
Might have been

And he looks across the river
Where he never will belong
At the glamour aso glitter
Luxe the words to that old song

And the ending has been written
The screen goes white again
And closes out the things that might have been
Might have been

And some things are inflexible
They break but they don't bend
Like the things that are
And the things that might have been

The rich get richer
Thanks for nothing, Ronnie