There's no mistake
I smell that smell it's
that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go
back railway track
something blocks
the line again
And the train runs
late for the first time
A pebble beach we're
underneath pier just
been painted red
where I hear the
news for the first time
And all the friends
lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks
and drink for hours
talk of the way
they saw him last
Local boy in the
photograph today
He'll always be
twenty three
yet the train
runs on and on
Past the place
they found his clothing
There's no mistake
I smell that smell it's
that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go
back railway track
something blocks
the line again
And the train
runs late for the
first time today
And all the friends
lay down the flowers
sit on the banks
and drink for hours
Talk of the way
they saw him last
local boy in
the photograph
Today is gone away