Surreal Life

My sister is out in the garage,
my uncle is out there too.
He’s showing her where the car engine is
and the pipes that the petrol runs through.
She’s wearing my old red coat
with the fluffy white collar and cuffs;
I can hear her asking him all kinds of things
and she won’t take any rebuffs!

Now I'm waiting outside the garage,
floating in mid-air.
As I watched the door, the walls fell away
and it didn't half give me a scare.
The sky is a brilliant blue,
and the clouds are whizzing along;
I can hear in the distance the trains as they pass
and the overhead Crows sing their song.

I already know all the questions,
I know all the answers too.
Inside my head the man and the child
talk as uncles and nieces do.
My fingers are turning black,
and the chill reaches through to my bone;
I can hear my teeth chatter,
just what is the matter.
Don't leave me out here on my own.

Everything's now back to normal,
the sounds in my head have all stopped.
I walk to the garage and feel the brick walls
and discover the door is still locked!
My cheeks have begun to glow red,
to match my sisters coat;
They open the door and let me inside
so I tell them I have a sore throat.

A fever has taken me over,
I'm upstairs and tucked in my bed.
I keep going through the events of the day
and remembering all that was said.
The blind at my window is green,
and it’s keeping out all of the light;
someone is knocking at our front door
and I know everything is alright.