I had friends back then and a PMA to match
We were young and out of touch with the things we’d grow to hate so much in time
Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive
We spent our days trying to speak to the girls who made us weak
But now I’m aging badly and my friend’s been laid to rest
And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins
To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city
I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me who I am
In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
And the places I’ve called home
But in my head and in my mind they’re all just places that I left behind
Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town
With less culture than Jeremy Kyle
But it stole our hearts for a while
And most weekends I found nothing but regret
Between many a drunk girl’s legs and in many a strangers bed.
To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city
I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me who I am
In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
And the places I’ve called home
But in my head and in my mind they’re all just places that I left behind
Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
The ones who haven’t died or started families
Are all just working on building sites or battling with university fees
And a girl I used to know made me a promise once
I wonder if she kept it or if she even remembers it?
In my heart and in my soul are all the people I have known
And the places I’ve called home
But in my head and in my mind they’re all just places that I left behind
Reminders of the changing times and these aging bones of mine.
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