Northampton Street

At three in the afternoon

We'd trudge down Northampton Street

And take refuge in friends' houses

Where we could be ourselves,

Telling ghost stories

And discovering who we really were

Until it was time to go home

And return to our own ghost stories

That we wanted to escape. Now,

It's years later and Northampton Street

Is just another road some of us

May drive down

But I do believe we have all moved

Away from the home-bound ghostly tales

That we were desperate to shake

All those years ago.