Verse 1
Woke up smiling,
Don't know why.
Sun is shining,

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Seven twelve, too early,
Turn over, close my eyes.
Seven twenty-six, that's better,

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You stood there by the station,
Your coat against the rain,
I can't recall the words now,

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Beyond the harbour
Beyond the light
Out where the ocean

I woke up.
Again.
Same ceiling.
Same light

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We left the streets of Swindon,
With the morning rolling west,
Two and a half hours of England,

Morning
Sunlight
Windows
Home

Verse 1
Bert left school on a Friday,
Started Monday morn.
Sixteen years…

Verse 1
Morning light came soft and gold
Through the window by the door,
You were somewhere far behind your eyes

[Verse 1]
I set four plates like I always do,
out of habit, not thinking it through —
Stopped.

[Verse]
I used to think I had it figured
Used to think I knew it all
Talked more than I listened

IVerse 1
The bus pulls out at half past nine,
You wave goodbye and I try not to cry,
Three months apart is a mighty long time,

[Verse]
They call him the quiet man
Always on time, always so kind
Doin' everything right

[Verse]
She walked into the room
Like the sun walked in with her
She walked into the room

[Verse]
What is to be?
What is to be?
Time keeps slippin', slippin' away from me

[Verse]
Used to dread the shortening light
Used to fight the coming night
Summer's gold would fade to grey

[Verse]
Just a boy with a piece of string
Autumn brought the best of things
Sixty-six, the leaves turned gold

[Verse]
Woke up this mornin', ashes cold in the tray
Walked past that café, same old corner booth, same
Woke up this mornin', ashes cold in the tray

Verse 1 (Lead vocal)
I heard you laughin' with him last night,
(Harmony: last night…)
Standin' in the shadows, out of the light,

Verse 1
I saw her at the diner in the pale porch light,
Jukebox playin' soft and slow that night,
She looked at me and, oh, my heart stood still,

Verse 1
Well I saw her at the diner in her polka-dot dress,
She said "hiya daddy-o" and I gotta confess,
My heart went bip-bam, rickety-boom,

Verse 1
Every night at half past seven
Rose would put the kettle on
Arthur heard the cupboard closing

Verse 1
I came here with a handful
Of words I couldn't place
A memory from somewhere

Verse 1
I still leave your coffee cup
Sitting by my own
I still leave the hallway light

Verse 1
Every night at half past nine
I'd walk that same old street
A little light behind the blind

[Verse 1]
Suitcase waiting
Morning train
One last smile

[ Verse 1 ]
When I'm lonely
When it's late
When old memories

[ Verse 1 ]
Yesterday
Felt so long
Couldn't find

Verse 1
Fancy stories, fancy clothes
Everybody thinks they know
Truth walks slower than they say

[Verse 1]
Grey old hands
Side by side
Nothing left

[Verse 1]
[Melodic Singing]
Didn't mean to lose control
One small smile stole my soul

Verse 1
Johnny laughed
Like summer rain
Every doorway

Verse 1
There you are this morning
Walking through the crowd
I try to look away from you

Verse 1
A telephone at one-thirty
Cut through the Denver night
A hospital in Philly

Verse 1
You walked into the room
And everything stood still
I tried to hide the way I felt

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We did everything together,
Every day, every night.
Thought we had forever,

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I saw you park outside
Just across the road
Your headlights found my window

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