She says it's not his time to go
Boys who should know better are stamping out fags
While for the wicked, there is no peace
Don't let them see you crying that way, oh no
She says it's not his time to go
It's a moment she can keep
Why we were nearly lovers years ago
Don't let them see you crying that way, oh no
Heart like an anchor, arms like cable
Is not gone forever, he'll be back another day
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph
Resting on the mantelpiece
While for the wicked, there is no peace
Don't let them see you crying that way
Don't let them see you laughing that way
Please don't wake him, let him sleep
Now what is left for me
Resting on the mantelpiece
It's a moment she can keep
Is not gone forever, he'll be back another day
Oh no, Joe Porterhouse
Now what is left for me
The sun beats down, it's cracking the flags
Like an old bus ticket or a photograph
Please don't wake him, let him sleep
Among the broken branches of the family tree?
He stood all alone on an iron turntable
Oh no, Joe Porterhouse
Among the broken branches of the family tree?
Why we were nearly lovers years ago
