Wrapped Between Borders

Just turned 17 years

When I packed my bag for Carlisle town

Tramped through the Citadel, over the Eden

Looking for a place to go to ground

Settled on lodgings for 12 pounds a week

With the Maxwells of Warwick Square

The old man was wheezing as me and his missus

We shook for half-board and fare

I'm a stranger on the town

In the sodium light as I wander the night

Where the Solway winds howl round

Warwick Street, Botchergate

Hard to relate what I've found

Wrapped between borders, you're keeping me warm,

Carlisle Town

We had to move to Nicholas Street

When the old man took a turn for the worse

Me and my flat-mates moved lock, stock and barrel

But their friendship seemed more like a curse

T.V. glares in a darkened room

Warships blaze in the sea

Now they're drinking and a hating and a cursing the 'Argies'

This country's a stranger to me

I'm a stranger on the town

In the sodium light as I wander the night

Where the Solway winds howl round

Warwick Street, Botchergate

Hard to relate what I've found

Trapped between borders, you're freezing me out

Carlisle Town

Now I'm with you again

20 years later in the cold autumn rain

I'm still writing my old stranger's song

Wrapped between borders, this town and this song will go on&.

Carlisle town!

A Striding Edge song written by Mike Willoughby p+C 2007