Making tracks for me to find
Wheel a running's never done
With Aunty Rita in my life
She will find a bird song
She will set my hands on fire
Hands on fire, over again
Her to me, and me to them
And the feeling stops short
When we were driving in her car
Fence between found furniture
Singing "I've Just Seen A Face" to her
I know why the space I clear
I've seen both sides, I know the drill
And the feeling stops short
And the feeling stops short