City Song

Well you’re not happy. He said “there’s nowt to be happy about, well not when I’m here”. She said “you ought to grow up”. Said “you better get a hold of what you want, my dear”.

Cos you’re down in the city. Where they took down terraces and put up luxury flats. I think it’s a pity. That you see through your rose tinted glasses and all that.

What you know, is what you know. And that’s all you know. She wants to get up and go. She’s too tired of walking around.

Can’t bring herself to it. Gonna wait until the opportunity presents itself. And I think I’ve gone crazy. Cos she’s not gonna do it till I go do it myself.

Get a train to the outside. And it’s all the same just a little bit darker. And a bit more depressing. So oh dear god, don’t even bother now.

And it’s the same old crowd. You saw last night. She came and asked for a light. She calls him up on a Bakelite telephone, monotone and he tells her that he left...

And all the passengers so oblivious to it all. She sits and waits for the call. She sits and waits for the call...to come.