I don’t take coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I’m an Englishman in New York
See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I’m an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I’m a legal alien
I’m an Englishman in New York
That Sting was something wasn’t he? He had this knack for singing the songs that lulled you into a false sense of security and then threw you out as soon as you got comfortable… you know what I’m saying?!
But the point of this post is not to delve into the finer aspects of the poetry of Sting & The Police. No. This post marks the beginning of a new phase in my life.
A new city, new people, a new beginning and a new lease on life. All I felt has been summed up in the opening verses of the immortal song. I needn’t say more.
