Starling St

Music in starling st sounds like the wind

Down the cafe when the daylight has thinned

Harry and dorothy say let's begin

You clap your hands for a jug of fine wine

Two ugly jail-workers both ways men stare (? )

His house down the lane, the life he leads there

You notice he's gone and he just doesn't care

He claps his hands for a jug of fine wine