A Moving Story

She moved from Clapham and didn't look back
Her life was changed in an instant
The van was filled up and tied to the rack
Her home that now seemed so distant

Kissing goodbye to her friends on the stairs
She felt a loss deep within her
Sat in the front seat with stuff everywhere
The neighbors said they would ring her

They moved to the sea front and loved their new view
Of tides coming in on the shingle
She and her daughter found new things to do
At last it was good to be single

And in the summer, the place came alive
Lights on the pier in the evening
The fresh sea air and could cut with a knife
Such a wonderful feeling

She worked in a pub where bands would appear
On a tiny stage in the corner
She watched them load in with tattered old gear
The place would get like a sauna

London had gone now, her new life was strong
She found herself a new karma
She fell for a man who played with a band
And took her life from it's drama

She moved from Clapham and didn't look back
The past was neatly extinguished
He was much younger but she lived with that
He struggled hard with his English

She felt his loving and proudly reclaimed
All of the warmth she'd been lacking
They lay in bed looking out at the rain
No more moving or packing

She moved from Clapham and didn't look back
Her life had changed in an instant