The Time I Think Most Clearly, The Time I Drift Away

Is On The Bus-ride That Meanders Up These Valleys Of Green And Grey

I Get To Think About What Might Have Been And What May Yet Come True

And I Get To Pass A Rainy Mile Thinking Of You

And All The While, All The While, I Still Hear That Call

To The Land Of Gold And Poison That Beckons To Us All

Nothing Changes Here Very Much, I Guess You'd Say It Never Will

The Pubs Are All Full On Friday Nights And Things Get Started Still

We Spent Hours Last Week With Billy Boy, Bleeding, Yeah Queuing In Casualty

Staring At Those Posters We Used To Laugh At:

Never Never Land, Palm Trees By The Sea

Well There Was No Need For Those Guys To Hurt Him So Bad

When All They Had To Do Was Knock Him Down

But No One Asks To Many Questions Like That Since You Left This Town



Ch: And Tomorrow Brings Another Train

Another Young Brave Steals Away

But You're The One I Remember

From These Valleys Of Green And The Grey



You Used To Talk About Winners And Losers All The Time - As If That Was All There Was

As If We Were Not Of The Same Blood Family, As If We Live By Different Laws

Do You Owe So Much Less To These Rain Swept Hills Than You Owe To Your Good Self?

Is It True That The World Has Always Got To Be Something

That Seems To Happen Somewhere Else?

For God's Sake Don't You Realise That I Still Hear That Call

Do You Think You're So Brave Just To Go Running To That Which Beckons To Us All?



Ch: No, Not For One Second Did You Look Behind You

As You Were Walking Away

Never Once Did You Wish Any Of Us Well

Those Who Had Chosen To Stay

And If That's What It Takes To Make It

In The Place That You Live Today

Then I Guess You'll Never Read These Letters That I Send

From The Valleys Of The Green And The Grey