(Ok i am feed up reading and writing about broken hearts and all that rubbish, and about doom and gloom, so here is a little true story many years ago about when i left university and could not get a job, but was trying to save up for a ticket to a rock festival, and the only job i could get was working as a car park attendant!)
twelve hours in a field
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
Times sixty and you have one minute
Times this minute by 60
and yep you guessed it you've got one hour
times this hour by twelve
and thats how long i have been standing in this bloody field
these are the sort of crap thoughts you think about
when you stand in a field for 12 hours
thoughts and boredom are your worst enemy
i think about thinking!
i have got nothing to look at but grass
i can even see how many shades of green there are in each one!
i look at my watch, only 4 more left till i go home
twelve hours in a field, that what i have done to day
i get paid to stand in a field, for 12 hours
i look at birds but even woman get boring
people drive by and others walk
i am a human scarecrow who can talk
i see people stare and think i am stupid
but i have a degree in Theology and Celtic History
but that means nothing in this field
for i am just a car park attendant!