January, when it first came to me It was all in my head and I ran away from it On a wing and a prayer Oh the ground moved beneath our feet Autumn became as the clouds drift away You could use somebody, use somebody still But you won't look back No you won't look back to the thoughts you had Friday arrives on a warm summer's night And the pace rearranged all the upside down days On a wing and a prayer I was wrapped up inside your head Frobscottle dreams and a train to the sea I could use somebody, use somebody now But I won't look back No I won't look back to the thoughts I had And I won't see the the pain in the face of your attack And I won't look back to the thoughts But surely you will miss me When I'm older I am 50 And the sprightly step that lifts me Takes an awkward shade of May But surely you won't miss me I am older I am 50 And the sprightly step that lifts me Takes a while to walk away But we bloody won't look back No we won't look back to the thoughts we had And we won't see the the fire in the face of our attack No we won't look back to the thoughts We had