We had blind faith

We had blind faith

Northland boys

Travelling south with little money

Begging lifts from strangers

Before we understood

How dangerous

Innocence could be

We didn’t see change coming

Slept all night in an alley

Off Wardour Street

Bunked down with winos

Traded food with rats

Shied away from junkies

Shooting themselves full of juice

Between tricks

Shivered in a corner

Cold arsed on hard concrete

Until the sun rose over Eros

Piccadilly at dawn

Before the changing of the guard

As the day shift drank coffee

Old beans before latte

We ate a bacon sandwich

In an all-night cafe

With travelling bands

And streetwalkers

Wondering why

We hadn’t gone in before

Old hands slept standing up

A teen wave

Tumbled onto the streets

Freaking the city slickers

Too shocked to speak

Walked to Hyde Park

In a fug of adrenaline

Testosterone and gold leb

The grass was green

It wasn’t Tasker’s farm

But the vibe wasn’t created

For the cameras either

We cooked in the sun

I burned through

The holes in the tie-dye

We missed Jack Bruce

He was all jazzed up

Writing songs for a tailor

We were left with

The black sheep

Of the family

But Clapton was god

We had Blind Faith

In the future

English humblebums

Teenage heroes

Just for one day.