Your house on the quay is a still in my mind
Pale books in window sills stacked in heights
I miss all your silly remarks
And you are still here just a little too far away
I’m constantly looking for reasons to leave
London’s back breaking but some things i’d keep
So much of it I would give up
But I am are still here
Just a little too far away
Those jolly good times smoking spliffs in the bay
Fishing for mackerel why’d I never stay?
It seems like a like lifetime ago
And we are still here
It goes to show