The next day I was feeling better than before
I was previously sick and annoyed with the answer phone
That was yelling 'one more sick note and you're finished. Fired!'
Hitching my ride to where I had left my parked car
... aMercedes Bends, was now mine
Next I know I am picking up a man in Leeds,
His destination? From West to East
Carrying nothing but a toothbrush, with the floor where he sleeps
He said he was going wherever the wind took him,
Or at least to where I took him
I gave up keeping calm,
And gave him all I could when out of eye sight
Reaching for a tool, aiming straight ahead
I hit him in the face, and still not even slightly off the road
Dropping back down to calmness
I leant over him
Then with a slight pull on the door he was out,
Bouncing to the floor, I left him and drove off
From my mirror I could see the man was just as old as me
Well, he did say he liked to feel the breeze!
