I found this in an empty folder on my computer, don't know if it's unfinished or perfectly formed.
You lured me out late
From that drunken hole
I had dug pretty deep
On the docile settee.
You said it was a night for danger,
So I changed my pants and travelled
Through the night on a train:
A pioneer with a can of cider for courage.
That night we didn’t know if the future
Was a minor chord floating on
A wisp of drunkenness...
