Right of way, byway, takeaway anyway / Evening light on those autumn bricks Mainstream mudlarks looking for answers / Hands held loosely by their sides / Inconspicuous silence like the pub after close / No more terraces once you’re over the rail line / Left off the A-road before the bridge / You’ll see the light of a pub on the corner / Follow that around, an alley on my right / Colour like sky as you get closer / Catch it through the wharfs and warehouses / Smooth cobble under your feet now / Under that archway, up 3 steps and you’re there / The glare of a Street lamp, a handrail, a bench and the river / THAMES ★★★