the five year blues

It’s the day after the election

And I’m trying not to cry,

But above me, the housemartins

Are slicing patterns

In a cloudless sky

It’s the day after the election

The weather’s cleared after rain,

Now Swifts have returned

And scream on the wing

Like I want to scream in pain

I wonder if they’d have come back

If they’d known before they flew

That they were migrants to an island

That has got the five year blues