Green and Grey

The time I think most clearly

The time I drift away

Is on the bus ride that meanders

Up these valleys of green and grey

I get to think about what might have been

And what may yet come true

And I get to pass a rainy mile

Thinking of you

And all the while, all the while

I still hear that call

To the land of gold and poison

That beckons to us all

Nothing changes here very much

I guess you'd say it never will

The pubs are all full on Friday nights

And things get started still

We spent hours last week with Billy boy

Bleeding, yeah queueing in consualty

Staring at those posters we used to laugh at

Never never land, palm trees by the sea

Well there was no need for those guys

To hurt him so bad

When all they had to do

Was knock him down

But no one asks to many questions like that anymore

Since you left this town

And tomorrow brings another train

Another young brave steals away

But you're the one I remember

From these valleys of green and the grey

You used to talk about winners and losers

All the time - as if that was all there was

As if we were not of the same blood family

As if we live by different laws

Do you owe so much less to these

Rain swept hills

Than you owe to your good self

Is it true that the world has always got

To be something that always seems

To happen - somewhere else

For God's sake don't you realise

That I still hear that call

Do you think you're so brave

Just to go running

To that wicked beckons to us all

And tomorrow brings another train

Another young brave

No, not for one second

Did you look behind you

As you were walking away

Never once did you wish any of us well

Those who had chosen to stay

And if that's what it takes to make it

In the place that you live today

Then I guess you'll never read these

Letters that I send

From the valleys of the green and the grey