You know those musette strains
Keep calling me home
To my dirty old town
It's all grey and brown
Yeah, I ran away
From her soft little world
I ran from her grandma's pearls
And I ran from her strawberry curls
I'm searching for that green grass
I'm still searching for that green grass
At the end of the ridge
On the other side of the bridge
You know that corner crooner
He's singing our song
It's the 'Summer Wind'
And it blows more emptiness in
But we had our fun dear
And I'm so glad you're not here
To see just how far
I've let myself go
She was my honey tongued angel
She was my devil in disguise
In her council flat
And always with that fucking clam shell hat
On the wrong side of town
On the dark side of the tracks
We were laying right down
All naked, flat on our backs
You know she left on a morning
It looked just like this
And I'm not the type
To morosely reminisce
But it was so long ago
And lord I just don't know
But on days like these
I feel her breath right here on my neck
