Cross a windy bridge

one winter night

past Embankment Gardens

enter warmth and light

Face the music

(It’s never easy)

Forget the chill

Face the future

(It’s never easy)

Find the will

If life is worth living

it’s got to be done

One might be forgiven

for thinking it’s a life on the run

Many roads will cross through many lives

but somehow you survive

Look around

picture what’s in store

Is this the final edit

or is the subject now a bore?

Don’t shrug your shoulders

(It’s always easy)

You can’t ignore

That life is worth living

it’s still worth a damn

One might be forgiven

for thinking it’s something of a sham

Many words may make it sound contrived

but somehow we’re alive

If life is worth living

it’s got to be run

as a means of giving

not as a race to be won

Many roads will run through many lives

but somehow we’ll arrive

Many roads will run through many lives

but somewhere we’ll survive

1995. It seemed that the end of the AIDS epidemic might be in sight thanks to recently introduced medication. I also attended the funeral of a friend who’d committed suicide, which led to this meditation on being a survivor. It was also intended to encourage a friend who I worried was losing interest in life. The ‘windy bridge’ is Hungerford Bridge, which crosses the Thames and passes Embankment Gardens carrying the railway line into Charing Cross station, below which is the nightclub Heaven (‘warmth and light’). I’m going out and carrying on as normal (see ‘Discoteca’ above, which was on the same album).