Summer Town

	I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen
	Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again
	Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture
	Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine
	And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ sign
	And it’s winter forever, whatever the weather
	And these are my autumn years
	This is the town where the girl got run down
	Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground
	Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road
	The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose
	I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September
	I’m waiting for the tide to come back in
	Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around
	Where I end is where I begin
	There’s nothing in between
	Kicking a stone along Miranda Street
	Stepping on cracks in the concrete
	With a head full of loose change
	And a pocket full of ideas
	I could walk forever and never get out of here
	This is the town where the girl got run down
	And this is the town where the postman was drowned
	And this is the town where that foundling was found
	And the name round his neck was mine
	How could it ever be so cold in summertime?
	I’m too young to be so old in Summer Town

	I' ll drop you a postcard, I' ll pick up my pen
	Miranda Street' s deserted, it' s winter again
	Give me ten minutes and I' ll paint you a picture
	Of holiday houses where the sun won' t shine
	And the paint is peeling around the ' vacancy' sign
	And it' s winter forever, whatever the weather
	And these are my autumn years
	This is the town where the girl got run down
	Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground
	Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road
	The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose
	I' m waiting for December, I' m waiting for September
	I' m waiting for the tide to come back in
	Give me fifteen seconds and I' ll show you around
	Where I end is where I begin
	There' s nothing in between
	Kicking a stone along Miranda Street
	Stepping on cracks in the concrete
	With a head full of loose change
	And a pocket full of ideas
	I could walk forever and never get out of here
	This is the town where the girl got run down
	And this is the town where the postman was drowned
	And this is the town where that foundling was found
	And the name round his neck was mine
	How could it ever be so cold in summertime?
	I' m too young to be so old in Summer Town