above the dark town

after the sun's gone down

2 vapour trails cross the sky

catching the day's last slow goodbye

black skyline looks rich as velvet

something is shining

like gold but better

rumours of glory



smiles mixed with curses

the crowd disperses

about whom no details are known

each one alone yet not alone

behind the pain/fear

etched on the faces

something is shining

like gold but better

rumours of glory (repeat)



you see the extremes

of what humans can be?

in that distance some tension's born

energy surging like a storm

you plunge your hand in

and draw it back scorched

beneath it's shining like

gold but better

rumours of glory



(Burritts Rapids December 31/79)