Under The Rotunda

It's already Friday

And soon it'll be Friday night

And if you've got something planned

I suppose I'll understand

But give me half an hour

And I'll meet you in the gardens

I'll probably be waiting under the rotunda if it's raining

And somewhere near the see-saws if it's not

We can wander round the football ground

As the sun sets on the grandstand

If it gets a little cold there

We can hold hands in the goal square

It's getting dark and baby don't the shops shine bright

I've been here for hours

I can't see the florist for the flowers

And I can't see the point in hanging around

I know we've done all this before

But once more won't hurt

So let's do it once more

Bereft of ideas

We live here but we're sightseers

Somewhere over the railway line

There's a light on in your loungeroom

Do you remember when I found you fast asleep?

You were so slow to your feet

I didn't mean to yell

It's just that I'm a little jealous

'Cause you can do the Rubik's Cube and I can't

I relied on blind faith and dumb luck

But eventually the stickers came unstuck

I know we've done all this before

But once more won't hurt

So let's do it once more

Bereft of ideas

We live here but we're sightseers