And the train runs late for the first time
Where I hear the news for the first time
And the train runs late for the first time today
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
A pebble beach, we're underneath
And all the friends lay down the flowers
I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah
He'll always be twenty-three
Local boy in the photograph today
Local boy in the photograph today
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Talk of the way they saw him last
It's that time of year again
Yet the train runs on and on
Pier just been painted red
Something blocks the line again
The clocks go back, railway track
There's no mistake, I smell that smell
Something blocks the line again
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Past the place they found his clothing
Talk of the way they saw him last
I can taste the air
