Farewell To My City

So here it is, the ending

The one that neither of us ever thought was coming

The black letter day when we're finally, irrevocably done

And I am really, actually leaving the place I used to call home

7,300 days, give or take

Of swearing blind I wouldn't leave, that I'd always stay

But strange as it sounds, when the change came around

I realised there were plenty of vows

I made as a kid that I'd broken

But that kid got lost somewhere around Camden

So I took a walk the other day from Soho up to Alexandra Park

From the student halls where I started

Past a thousand bars I haunted, broken-hearted, after dark

Past the bus stop outside Warren Street

Where in my headphones I first heard that heavy new beat

That would whisk me up to Kentish Town

Where me and the Deads laid down our first words, our first skittish sounds

But I started feeling a little trapped, a little hemmed in

Walking over the hill, heading northeast from Camden

Up towards Holloway, and that magic flat where me and Dave

Kept plugging at the white aways until we'd been up for however many days

And the FOMO that started out in Soho just ended up with little to show

Except old ghosts and new lows

And then I started to relax and to breathe a little easier

As my path turned north towards Hornsey, past the back of Nambucca

And all the morning returns from tour, and all the street corners where I used to score

Got overshadowed by the Hogs Back and a certain special someone

And the whispered possibility of something more

And as I crested the hill and looked down upon Crouch End

Alexandra Palace on the next rise, arms open like an old friend

I realised this part of my journey was coming to a close

And how our lives will be after, nobody knows

I guess I got older, that's how it goes

And I know it sounds weak but I'll still see you at shows

I got tired of London, not tired of life

I'm so sorry, my darling, to leave you behind

We had a hell of a run there, but I must go down to the sea

While you're always changing, it wasn't you, it was me

(Farewell to my city)

I'm just one more of your ghosts

(Farewell to my city)

I'll still see you at shows

(Farewell to my city)

London, you can keep my bones

(Farewell to my city)

So it goes, so it goes

(Farewell to my city)

I'm just one more of your ghosts

(Farewell to my city)

I'll still see you at shows

(Farewell to my city)

London, you can keep my bones

(Farewell to my city)

So it goes, so it goes

So it goes, so it goes