: I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975 I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995 My brother had confessed that he was gay
: When I was a boy I was confounded by you Now I'm still a boy I am indebted to you Every song I ever wrote was written for you Written for you
: Working the village shop Putting a poster up Dreaming of anything Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in In the
in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van, and he was walking round the postman's van, looking in the open
: You made me forget my dreams When I woke up to you sleeping We had peace for a night at least But the trouble starts today This morning you'll
a star Poor Sebastian is heading for a fall Everyone thought it was a shame For Belle and the boy Sebastian Everyone thought it was a shame Belle was ok but oh Sebastian
: There are people going hungry every day They've got nothing on their plates And you're filling your fat face with every different kind of cake And
the allure of Catcher In The Rye The future's swathed in Stars and Stripes Wouldn't you like to get away? Kerouac's beckoning with open arms, And open
: Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood
: I'm in a mess, I'm in a dress There's nothing from here till tomorrow morning How will I get there? I don't do drugs All my friends are on their
Seven to eight years old - well that's pretty small Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small Seven to eight years old
: She lay in bed all night watching the morning change She lay in bed all night watching the colours change She lay in bed all night watching the colours
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975 I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995 My brother had confessed that he was gay It
says Seven to eight years old - well that's pretty small Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small Seven to eight years old
Working the village shop Putting a poster up Dreaming of anything Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in In the mud
You made me forget my dreams When I woke up to you sleeping We had peace for a night at least But the trouble starts today This morning you'll say
then in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van, and he was walking round the postman's van, looking in the open