Green And Grey New Model Army

The time I think most clearly
The time I drift away
Is on the bus ride
That meanders
Up these valleys of green and grey

I get to think about what might have been
And what may yet come true
And I get to pass the rainy mile
Thinking of you

And all the while, all the while
I still hear that call
To the land of gold and poison
That beckons to us all

Nothing changes here very much
You used to say it never will
The pubs are all full on Friday nights
And things get started still

We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy
Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty
Staring at those posters we used to laugh at
Never-never land, palm trees by the sea