| It’s been a long, long while, almost a year now to the day
|
| Since I was sent on my way
|
| I got a place to stay, down in that old suburban high-rise
|
| Where the first-timer buys
|
| Now every day is overcast, & the trains are always late
|
| My head is somewhere in the past
|
| So I hang around & wait for time to pass
|
| It’s probably my mistake, & certainly no-one elses heartache
|
| I’m just another one to break
|
| But a boy can get so confused
|
| When there is nothing left to lose
|
| I guess it’s just my luck…
|
| That every lie I’ve tried to buy, was never up for sale
|
| These sour times weigh heavy, & have already tipped the scale
|
| My oh my & hallelujah, cross my heart & hope to die
|
| I can feel my luck is changing
|
| It’s a welcome stranger here
|
| Cos I’m running out of change for my wishing-well
|
| So wish me well |