Rhob Cunningham - For the Depot Lyrics

I met you of a morning
The sun upon Winetavern
Dead or sleeping, looking pretty worse for wear
The only person passing
And partial to persuasion
You pined for help,
I called it in, faked a chair
You'd been this bold a fair while
And fared worse than this morning
You told me of a coach that should have stretched you home

A battle raged internal
To fast or swipe a bottle
You wiped your face, confessed to two you took today

With evidence rising
Efforts change

The red that stained your clothing
For blood, I had mistaken
Spying your hands you'd think mine never worked a day

Your mother, she adored you
Father died before you
He took his life when you were just a kiddo
So help communes at Simon's
And High Park if they'll have you
You wished me well, left me for the depot

With evidence rising
Efforts change