Back In Time

You stop in the old cafe

Where you used to play pinball

And look for the air raid shelter but it's gone

And the cafe seems so small

And all the gardens that had trees

And stolen apples

Now have small businesses

Flourishing in cinder blocks

Then they will call your name

And hand you a gold watch

Then they will call your name

But it doesn't sound like much

And you'll never discover

Why it's like an old lover

You can't touch anymore

It doesn't mean much anymore

When you go back in time back in time

You head down to the local

Try to find a focal point

A scratch in the wallpaper

But it's all been wallpapered over

Down at the newsagents

It's all pornography

And you try to get high again

But it's like time lapse photography

Then they will call your name

And hand you a medal

Or something more practical

Like a whistling kettle

And it'll test your metal

Just try to keep grinning

Knowing that this feeling is indulgence

Worse than sinning

Trying to go back in time

Photographs with a glossy finish letters

Lovers never finished

And there in a dusty drawer

A necktie you once wore

And a girl you tried to court

Made you feel about two feet short

Where is she now today

What would you have to say

Then they will call your name

And hand you a pension

A bottle of pills

That guarantee life extension

And give you a mention in the local

Boy makes good section

But all the old news

Is like print stains across your mind

When you go back in time

Yes all this old news

Is just print stains across your mind

When you go back in time back in time

Back in time