I'm just about glad that I knew you once. And it was more than just a passing acquaintance. I'm just about glad that it was a memory. That doesn't need constant maintenance.
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down. And looking like they can't stand up. It must be the lastest style. And they've seen a lot of things that you never see.
The children sit upon the stairs. High above a valley of tears. Don't let them see you crying that way oh no. . Oh no Joe Porterhouse. Is not gone forever.
Third-Class ticket in his pocket. Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets. Tweed coat turned up against the fog. . Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor.