That old train track
Passed your test and there's no going back
Got your green P plates
First time in the city with your mates
Those London nights
Picture your name up there in lights

That old twelve string
Feeling like you can do anything
In a single bed, dreaming about all the years ahead
When you're middle class
Get out the suburbs, travel far, now you're moving fast

I'm lost in time
And I call to you, call to you
Some more red wine
Helping me work it out
Where did you go?
Tried to call to you
Call to you
The years have passed
Now, we'll never know

By the village green
In your local on the fruit machine
And they all know your name
Back here things will always be the same
It was your choice to stay
All of your big plans drift away
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