In The Now

Tomorrow's another bus trip
And another new year's day
And with the comet coming
It's time to get away
To another local venture
Venting local public pride
We find ourselves caught up in
What we've always denied

Jumping tax on the kitchen floor
While the paint is drying still
We cavalcade past the neighbours
In our royal-black mobile
Freedom's vicious scent
Is clinging like the weather
But it's a moment
Spent together.