It's just a northern industrial town. The front doors of the houses open into the street. There's no room for front gardens. Just a two-up, two-down. In a northern industrial town.
I went out drinking with Thomas Paine. He said that all revolutions are not the same. They are as different as the cultures. That give them birth. For no one idea.
Deep down in the underground, atoms spinning round and round. Scientists monitor readings. Searching for the Holy Grail, the particle or at least the tale.
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long. People ask when will you grow up to be a man. But all the girls I loved at school.