Being Boring

I came across a cache of old photos

And invitations to teenage parties

Dress in white, one said, with quotations

From someone's wife, a famous writer

In the nineteen-twenties

When you're young you find inspiration

In anyone who's ever gone

And opened up a closing door

She said we were never feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring

We had too much time to find for ourselves

And we were never being boring

We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends

And we were never holding back, worried that

Time would come to an end

When I went I left from the station

With a haversack and some trepidation

Someone said: If you're not careful

You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for

In the nineteen-seventies

But I sat back and looking forward

My shoes were high and I had scored

I'd bolted through a closing door

I would never find myself feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring

We had too much time to find for ourselves

And we were never being boring

We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends

And we were never holding back or worried that

Time would come to an end

We were always hoping that, looking back

You could always rely on a friend

Now I sit with different faces

In rented rooms and foreign places

All the people I was kissing

Some are here and some are missing

In the nineteen-nineties

I never dreamt that I would get to be

The creature that I always meant to be

But I thought in spite of dreams

You'd be sitting somewhere here with me

'Cause we were never being boring

We had too much time to find for ourselves

And we were never being boring

We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends

And we were never holding back or worried that

Time would come to an end

We were always hoping that, looking back

You could always rely on a friend

And we were never being boring

We were never being bored

'Cause we were never being boring

We were never being bored