Cross the border, Into the big bad world Where it takes you ‘bout an hour Just to cross the road Just to stumble across another poor old soul from The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes And it’s harder than you think To believe this sadness That creeps up my spine And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are gorgeous Suddenly the air smells much greener now And I’m wondering ‘round With a half pack of cigarettes Searching for the change that I’ve lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Arkie I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know
Where’d the days go? When all we did was play And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square You see millions of people with millions of cares And I struggle to the train to make my way home I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining Everybody flirts to their ideal place And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them Trying to pretend that they’ve got some space
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Arkie I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Arkie I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous Suddenly the air smells much greener now And I’m wondering ‘round With a half pack of cigarettes Searching for the change that I’ve lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Arkie I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our Arkie I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know
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Attraversa il confine, nel mondo grande e cattivo dove ti ci vuole circa un’ora solo per attraversare la strada, solo per incrociare un’altra povera vecchia anima dalle noiose vecchie strade alla pazzia delle autostrade… La mia mente fatica a credere ai miei occhi ed è più difficile di quanto pensi credere a questa tristezza che sento salire su per la schiena e che mi ossessiona tutta notte
E la vita è bella, e le ragazze meravigliose, l’aria improvvisamente profuma più di verde adesso e me ne vado in giro con mezzo pacchetto di sigarette e cerco la moneta che ho perso chissà come
Queste strade hanno troppi nomi per me, io sono abituato a Glenfield Road e a passare il tempo giù al molo. Mi abituerò anche a questo, lo so, lo so
Dove sono andati quei giorni? In cui tutto ciò che facevamo era che giocare e lo stress che vivevamo non era affatto stress, solo una corsa ed un salto dentro un’innocua cascata passare da un punto altissimo ad un altro giù a terra. Vedi milioni di persone con milioni di preoccupazioni e io lotto contro il treno per tornare a casa e guardo la gente seduta e sola |