A song about commitment. Or not. There are nods here to Dunedin writer, Janet Frame. And the world’s steepest street is in Dunedin which fits my metaphor well.

Slowly coming around to see her standing right in front of me

Arriving Sunday morning like an envoy from a Mirror City

But I couldn’t be caught

I couldn’t take vows

I couldn’t be held

I was just too proud

A vision of you appeared, was this all a dream?

Counted to ten, did I almost scream?

So I blocked the doorway

As you stood there

Until you broke and finally walked away

Left in Dunedin

The path was too steep

I was always hanging on, wanting more, holding you deep

Slowly standing up to see if she’s a ghost come to set me free

Faces in the water reflect that you are still a big part of me

But I couldn’t be caught

I couldn’t take vows

I couldn’t be held

I just didn’t know how!

A vision of you appeared, was it in a dream?

I counted to ten, did I almost scream?

So I blocked the doorway

As you stood there

Until you broke and finally walked away

Left in Dunedin

The path was too steep

I was always hanging on, wanting more, holding you deep

So I, tried to close you off, as you knew my mind

In the daylight and in the dust

Not sure what I was looking for,

but is it worth a whole lot more!!

So I blocked the doorway

As you stood there

Until you broke and finally walked away

Left in Dunedin

The path was too steep

I was always hanging on, wanting more, holding you deep

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Rod de Lisle