It's already Friday And soon it'll be Friday night And if you've got something planned I suppose I'll understand But give me half an hour And I'll meet you in the gardens I'll probably be waiting under the rotunda if it's raining And somewhere near the see-saws if it's not We can wander round the football ground As the sun sets on the grandstand If it gets a little cold there We can hold hands in the goal square It's getting dark and baby don't the shops shine bright I've been here for hours I can't see the florist for the flowers And I can't see the point in hanging around I know we've done all this before But once more won't hurt So let's do it once more Bereft of ideas We live here but we're sightseers Somewhere over the railway line There's a light on in your loungeroom Do you remember when I found you fast asleep? You were so slow to your feet I didn't mean to yell It's just that I'm a little jealous Cause you can do the Rubik's Cube and I can't I relied on blind faith and dumb luck But eventually the stickers came unstuck I know we've done all this before But once more won't hurt So let's do it once more Bereft of ideas We live here but we're sightseers