Help me find my proper place

It’s strange to me again and again how a simple thing will transport you back. And it’s a huge cliché, I’m aware of that. But I was tooling around on youtube tonight and came to a clip 'Jesus' by the Velvet Underground. It took me back. And it made me thankful. It took me back to being at my mum’s first house in Wexford which was built at the top of a hill. I had a bedroom there and it was a cool big room with two windows that opened like doors. The house was on one level so you could climb out of the windows and be in the yard. I had a record player at the time (it played cassettes too but I thought I was cool any only bought records to be old-skool). I smoked cigarettes – silk cut blue (very light) – at the time too. I guess I was around seventeen or eighteen. Anyway, when mum and pat had gone to bed I would open the window and sit on the sill smoking, while I played records very quietly (their room was next to mine). I enjoyed it a lot: the night air, the stars like an upturned bowl around me, the gravel under my feet, the bite of the cigarette in my mouth, the smoke threading upwards in the sky, and Lou Reed or Axl Rose or Chris Robinson whispering to me …I’m waiting for my man…all I need is a little patience…bad luck blue eyes goodbye...