“Nothing left to make me feel small
Luck has left me standing so tall”
Name that song. And if you don’t know it, first hand, as if it was being sung right in your teenage face, just for you and only you, you can’t know the joy I feel being able to unselfconsciously blast this into my untethered headphones as I am carried home on the jammed A40 feeling the wistful pangs of love for a city I loved so differently as a child.
If I were ever to karaoke, it would be to this. All gay abandon and an infinitely unfettered trail of carefree consequences.
“Always believe in”