Who's to say you won't be back again?
In the old town hall behind the market when
They stuffed the place with notices and brought with them
A projection reel and canvas to suspend
From a woodworm beam that hangs at the far end.
And with you I'll be sitting as it begins.
The first flashes of image makes me spin.
I looked at Clara Bow and thought my brain had curled.
The light bulb in that thing
Just changed our world.
The light bulb in that thing
Just changed our world.
With careful steps I left Marconi's place,
Just after I talked with him of haste.
We'd rush to make these challenges and run with him.
And then argue on which coastline to begin.
Now I've been tempted by it
But I won't be given in.
It has to start like that and circle in.
I return to that old town hall once a week.
I go there each Friday when I sleep.
When people pass away you see and hear them too.
But I have to wake and it's lonely when I do.
I have to wake and it's lonely when I do.
Anyone can, anyone can,
Anyone can go that way.