From Nicoll Road, north west ten,
into this town she rode and then
she met a friend as arranged
to talk of how things have changed.

The crowd is pushing up from below,
past the old girl they don’t know
from Nicoll Road.
Nicoll Road.

She makes her way home again
among the ranks of business men.

The crowd is pushing into the night,
past the old girl to their right
from Nicoll Road.
Nicoll Road.

Nobody will help her there.
Why should they stop? Why should they care?

The crowd is pushing into the street,
past the old girl at their feet
from Nicoll Road.
Nicoll Road.

From Nicoll Road.
Nicoll Road.

From Nicoll Road.

Copyright Keith Ames