In a duffle coat By the garden fence In a picture with his mum He shields the bright sun From his tired face He winds the film on With his finger To the last one on the roll There's a moment When he sees her Standing by the washing line God willing I will love this day I've been giving my past away Now I'm living with the best of me And a picture of what used to be Going for a bite In the local café Dreaming of the future Unsure of what it held for me Hopping off of school To sit around and write While my parents went to work Didn't fancy that I was learning While they didn't notice me The route master and the driver Pass the news stand on the corner Selling the Standard and the News It's a memory I won't lose In the morning I would wake up The guitar beside my bed Untouched since I fell asleep Spinning round and round Every single sound Getting to the core of me Staying with me to this day There's nothing that I would change