Wandering through the back roads
and the rain comes rushing down
to resolve your love
for this man in his twenties.
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
Climbing up the back stairs,
there's a chill wind in the air.
I wrap up from the cold,
pull the blinds in the window.
Who was here?
Was it you?
Or am I just dreaming?
Look at all the lonely people
walking miles around the town.
I can see the old cathedral,
but I have to play it down.
Boats along the river
setting up their sails
and life carries on as normal
although you're not around.
Waiting at the bus stop
laughing off the rain,
shaking their umbrellas
till it starts again.
Flowers in the water
floating off downstream,
paper in the gutter
blowing in the breeze.
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
Look at all the lonely people
walking miles around the town.
I can see the old cathedral,
but I have to play it down.
Boats along the river
setting up their sails
and life carries on as normal
although you're not around.
Waiting at the bus stop
laughing off the rain,
shaking their umbrellas
till it starts again.
Flowers in the water
floating off downstream,
paper in the gutter
blowing in the breeze.
Wandering through the back roads
and the rain comes rushing down
to resolve your love
for this man in his twenties.
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?