Joe Porterhouse

The children sit upon the stairs
High above a valley of tears
Don’t let them see you crying that way oh no
Oh no Joe Porterhouse
Is not gone forever
He’ll be back another day
Don’t let them see you crying that way
Please don’t wake him let him sleep
It’s a moment she can keep
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph
Resting on the mantlepiece
While for the wicked there is no peace
She says it’s not his time to go
Why we were nearly lovers years ago
Now what is left for me
Among the broken branches of the family tree
Heart like an anchor
Arms like cable
He stood all alone on an iron turntable
Don’t let them see you crying that way oh no
The sun beats down
It’s cracking the flags
Boys who should know better
Are stamping out fags
Don’t let them see you laughing that way
Oh no Joe Porterhouse
Is not gone forever
He’ll be back another day
Don’t let them see you crying that way