I put on the saddest music I can find Only sad will do, the cheerful songs sound phoney now Late afternoon I sit here and thoughts drift back To all those years ago... Tony said "Back thenwhat we were doing Seemed so important but really it meant nothing" I don't agree The songs he sang mean everything to me Wednesday nights we'd meet in the bar And Tony Wright sang the songs that made me who I am At least he had the grace to give it all up While I carried on for years, dodged responsibilities Hiding in the songs we sang, now the songs is all I am And if the person you were then met the person you are now What would they think of the things you've done Of what you've become? What did you do with your economics degree? Ended up working in your dad's spring factory Do you ever play those songs any more? While a four-inch dinosaur runs around the kitchen floor Now the sky is orange like the labels on my old Bowie albums But the light is fading... And I sit here, thoughts drift back to all those years ago Wednesday nights we'd meet in the bar Tony Wright sang the songs that made us who we are...