Some things end as summer falls
And fly away on silken wings.
Our promises and our distant calls
Are souvenirs of ended things.
Asleep you lie so near me there
Curled round me like a drifting air.
To the memory of a heartfelt joy
My dreams are never far away
From the man who was a virgin boy
My thoughts are never far to stray
But summer's sorrow had to smile
Because your love was freedom's child
Some things end as summer falls
And fly away on silken wings.
Our promises and our distant calls
Are souvenirs of ended things.
But summer's sorrow had to smile
Because your love was freedom's child.
Hometown Special
Been away for a long time.
Seen some things in my time.
Different places, people's faces,
Played my aces, kicked my traces.
Chorus:
Movin' past old town signs,
Hometown special going down the line.
Hometown special, hometown special,
Hometown special, hometown special,
Hometown special, home.
Playing hard under my breath.
Had good times, gotta be said.
Going home to welcome faces
Someone there to warm embraces.
Chorus
Weekend Cowboy
Weekend cowboy, passing through
Do you know where you're going,
Where you're going to.
Multicolored drag duffle bag
Traveling light with a friend,
With a friend or two.
All week long behind your desk,
Paperwork and white shirts,
You have to look your best
Weekend cowboy, let your hair hang down.
Every weekend in a different town.
Weekend cowboy, play it safe
Don't look back, stay at home,
It's a better place.
On the road there's little hope
Growing up is a thing
That you'll have to face.
Summer breeze on the Isle of Wight,
And it's good to be free.
Don't forget what you are,
Yes you have to go back.
You're going back to be a...
Weekend cowboy.
Weekend cowboy let your hair hang down.
Every weekend in a different town.
Bringing Me Down
Ain't no foolin' in my heart.
Love's been coolin' from the start.
Chorus:
You've gotta tell me what you're doin',
Is it true that you're goin'?
It's bringing me down,
Bringing me down
Bringing me down, yeah.
It's bringing me down.
It's bringing me down...
You've been foolin' with my heart
Now you're sayin' we're better apart
I've been prayin' all alone
That you ain't gonna leave me all on my own.
Chorus
It's bringing me... down, yeah!
You Haven't A Chance
You're walking down the street with all your pockets empty,
Hold on to money, you haven't a chance.
If you're carryin', some bugger rolled ya,
Try to make a bloody cry.
Chorus:
You're hanging on by the skin of your teeth
And I don't believe you've got a hope.
They're kicking the earth from under your feet,
Just pull yourself together and say, you haven't a chance.
Haven't a chance.
Out with the girlfriend, just a tiny quiet night
But you find a bonnie, you haven't a chance.
You'll get her pregnant, marry her or have to pay,
What's the bloody difference.
Chorus
Try to get a job, you're lying through your back teeth,
He's fiddling with his tie, you haven't a chance.
He looks you up and down, treats you like a scumbag,
What's the bloody use of it.
Chorus
Haven't a chance.
You haven't a chance.
Chorus
On the job creation, treated like a schoolkid,
Planting bloody trees, you haven't a chance.
In the longer line, waiting for the handout,
With all the other animals, you haven't a chance.
Too many rats are running in the rat race,
Trying to kick you in the head, you haven't a chance.
They cut your legs off, arms off, feet gone,
Head gone, dole off, you haven't a chance.
Read the paper, get yourself a trade,
You'll have to join the army, you haven't a chance.
You'll go to Ireland and get bloody shot dead,
Not bloody likely.
Chorus
You're walking down the street with all your pockets empty,
Hold on to money, you haven't a chance.
If you're carryin', some bugger rolled ya,
Try to make a bloody cry, you haven't a chance.
Out with the girlfriend, just a tiny quiet night,
But you find a bonnie, you haven't a chance.
You'll get her pregnant, marry her or have to pay,
What's the bloody difference, you haven't a chance.
Try to get a job, you're lying through your back teeth,
He's fiddling with his tie, you haven't a chance.
He looks you up and down, treats you like a scumbag,
What's the bloody use of it, you haven't a chance.
On the job creation, treated like a schoolkid,
Planting bloody trees, you haven't a chance.
In the longer line, waiting for the handout
With all the other animals, you haven't a chance.
Too many rats are running in the rat race
Trying to kick you in the head, you haven't a chance.
They cut your dole off.