Garibaldi

A Wednesday child rehearse
As the lights go green
On St. Martin's Canal
Do we follow Garibaldi?
I don't think so

A scooter bathed in pink
A yellow postbox
Stored with murderous meat
Do we follow Garibaldi?
I don't really know

And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
On my mind

A kind but desperate soul
Whose life was changed
By thoughtless intent
Do we follow Garibaldi?
I don't think so

Salut Chez Adam
An oasis of calm
Surrounded by change
Do we follow Garibaldi?
I don't really know

And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
On my mind

You walk down Bishar Road
You think nothing has changed
But everything's changed
Do we follow Garibaldi?
I don't think so

And I know my job is to look out for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do
On my mind
On my mind