Benjamin Clementine - Winston Churchill's Boy

You could mistake the sounds of a clock ticking
For a cricket cricketing when around him
But I swear!
No body knows what's on this boy's mind
Nobody sees what he's been picturing
(He moans)
We all make a living by what we get
But we make life by what we give
In some special circumstance,
This special circumstance
Winston Boy will have to earn a living
Before he earns enough living to give
Where is your family
Where are your loved ones?
Someone uttered, whilst he went on crossing the channel
Well they say no man can be a prophet in his own country
And so I left and here I am
Come on embrace me!
I am your brother!
Now whilst he kept on talking
In his left pocket laid the prose of the magnificent Orwell
His right hand embraced a battered guitar borrowed
'Borrowed from me!'
Come to think about it
I think a few days ago I heard him talk
About how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars
And so maybe he's gone, he's gone
Wandering around looking for his kind of star