Decants the Atlantic
Lewes Herriot, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Kelly Southern, Alexei Berrow
Given lack of better means we write to shed our saddest dreams
Exorcise our ghosts in public rituals
They pay us well
Thought I was over that till a hundred front rows sung it back
We never met but they're the best of us
All lines connected
A legacy of hope
Maybe you've yet to meet the best we ever wrote