In the year of '94 I lost my dayglo dinosaur down at the fair I looked and he wasn't there between the teacups And the muddy patch of ground around the carousel He jumped or he fell Though he'd only just that day been bought In my heart, I never shall regret him With my ownership of him cut short I'd not time to use him and forget him In the year 2000 I embarked upon a novel far beyond my age Was at a precocious staged in high-class London In that fragile age of decadence between the wars Stopped reading page four There are many novels I've enjoyed That have slipped my mind with my enjoyment But the one that left me quite annoyed Is the one in memory's employment Time and time again I wonder when It was the last time that I held your hand It hurts more than I can... Standing on the Cowley road And wishing we'd had time for it to run its course The ending was forced Though I'm gone, I'll still be by your side In your heart and spirit, I'll be with you Through your fear, my voice will be your guide Through your doubt, conviction I will give you I will give you