Late upon a winters night,
There became a wondrous sight.
The angel of the Lord shone around,
To all amazed upon the ground.
How is my love when she's alone?
Miles apart and doesn't phone.
Where is the justice that lets us pine?
Is the pain hers and also mine?
I wait for inspiration to envelop me,
And then I find I'm on a spree.
Where it comes from I don't know,
I just follow like footsteps in the snow.
Where is the truth we often ask,
This is usually a strenuous task.
People deceiving with there big black lies,
Even though they wear smart neckties.
Why did Superboy play in the doorway,
Of number 11 up from the slipway.
Then on down the road another boy asked,
'What number comes after 110? ' then,