Local Boy In The Photograph
there's no mistake
i smell that smell
it's that time of year again
the clock's go back
railway track
some thing blocks the line again
and the train runs late for the first time
pebble beach
we're underneath a pier
just been painted red
where i hear the news for the first time
and all the friends lay down their flowers
sit on the banks and drink for hours
talk of the way they saw him last
local boy in the photograph
today
he'll always be twenty three
yet the train runs on and on
past the place they found his clothing
there's no mistake
i smell that smell
it's that time of year again
the clock's go back
railway track
some thing blocks the line again
and the train runs late for the first time
pebble beach
we're underneath a pier
just been painted red
where i hear the news for the first time
and all the friends lay down their flowers
sit on the banks and drink for hours
talk of the way they saw him last
local boy in the photograph
today
he's gone away