| It’s been a long, long while, almost a year now to the day |
| Since I was sent on my way |
| I got a place to stay, down in that old suburban high-rise |
| Where the first-timer buys |
| Now every day is overcast, & the trains are always late |
| My head is somewhere in the past |
| So I hang around & wait for time to pass |
| It’s probably my mistake, & certainly no-one elses heartache |
| I’m just another one to break |
| But a boy can get so confused |
| When there is nothing left to lose |
| I guess it’s just my luck… |
| That every lie I’ve tried to buy, was never up for sale |
| These sour times weigh heavy, & have already tipped the scale |
| My oh my & hallelujah, cross my heart & hope to die |
| I can feel my luck is changing |
| It’s a welcome stranger here |
| Cos I’m running out of change for my wishing-well |
| So wish me well |