I was looking through the dormer window At my children's children in the neighbours' garden And knowing then that they would soon discover How slow and abject was their father's father At other points in life, I'd thought of moving somewhere beautiful Where everyday existence didn't taunt me through a terminal But always I'd say, "It's too late" So douse me, douse me, douse me, douse me With the blood of Patagonians I'm tired of this life, you see Where everything I do is scrutinised Scrutinised like public money Or the hands of s** offenders I'm going where there's only peace and quiet for a fella Somewhere that hasn't fallen to the kids of IT Tallaght A wilderness that's crying out for one man to adore Is nowhere far away anymore? Blind me, blind me, blind me, blind me With the sun of Anatolia I've no connection to my family But everything I do they scrutinise Scrutinise like private photos On the screens of jealous boyfriends I'm stubbornly intractable, attracted to a mission Until I'm ex-ed in exile, I'll be buried in revision And gravely do I go amongst the dead who must explore Is nowhere far away anymore? Always I'd say, "It's too late" Always I'd say, "It's too late"