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Singles


Artist: Tim Wheatley
Total songs: 4
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Cast Of Yesterday Lyrics - Singles - Tim Wheatley

Land locked this place don't give me no leeway 

The same bloody lights, the same bloody freeway 

Grand plans are shelved and dreams put on ice 

Cliché's are jammed in the preverbial vice 

 

I hit upon a spark plug, the wheels were in motion 

To the wrong god damn coast, to the wrong god damn ocean 

The next hostel was to far away 

Why are you in a hurry son, Livingstone's my name, he said 

 

I'm just happy with the sun on my shoulders 

Rattle your drink, you know were getting older 

Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome 

I got it tough you know, at least that's what I told them 

I think back to the cast of yesterday 

The real stars don't hit, they ricochet 

 

We started making tracks but didn't get far 

If my memory serves me, we stayed at the bar 

But one thing's for sure, we left on something profound 

Just like 'I'll call you right back or I'll see you around' 

 

Reckless abandon was the order of the day 

I was mugged on Las Ramblas in the pouring rain 

The half German girl giving nothing away 

The dirty little thing, I was never the same, she said 

 

I'm just happy with the sun on my shoulders 

Rattle your drink, you know were getting older 

Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome 

I got it tough you know, at least that's what I told them 

I think back to the cast of yesterday 

The real stars don't hit, they ricochet