In an ordinary town, a chariot is pulling round.
The local stud and beauty queen --
A small pond Venus and kingpin
Charging down the quiet Sunday streets.
Shaved-head gangs are standing neon-lit.
Nothing could be finer than the summer
It was simply you and me.
No ambition to be something new to possibility.
Scanning all the heads, searching all the hearts,
Looking out for something that set one apart.
Didn't know what I hoped for,
Wordless questions answered tenderly.
Success is an elusive goal --
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