On Brighton Beach

Staring at the bottom
Of your empty china cup
What do you say
When the words are all used up
Where do you go
When the road comes to an end
Can scars that can’t be seen ever mend

A father with his talk
Of kings and queens
Sense of service frozen
In sepia scenes
How do you grab the world
He don’t understand
You make a start down in the pebbles and the sand

On Brighton Beach
Beneath the pier
Anywhere
That isn’t here
Anywhere
Beyond their reach
Beneath the pier
On Brighton Beach

A mother with no love
Just a military wife
A victim of the vanished
British Empire life
Where do you go to find out
Who you are
You tell yourself again it’s not too far