Tell me why you do the things you do
Tell me
It's the ballad of a Catholic boy
Full of Catholic hopes
I'm coming home soon... To you
To our little London flat
To
It happened all so quickly
I was too young
I had too
I didn't come all this way to bring you down
I
I had a marvellous dream last night
That white was black
They say you should know better at your age
A sixties
I love the photographs you take
The pretty dresses that you
Dreamt I found a million pounds
On the London underground
I spent
I sit among the trees and flowers
Watch birds fly overhead
I wouldn't like to be in your shoes baby
Man, how
Well, I never thought it would come to this
As I
I know sometimes I'm hard
I know sometimes I'm cruel
I know
I'm feeling very dark today
Very sad today
I thought I had
The sunlight plays across your hair
Reflections dance upon your eyes
Take
Boy, you're looking old
Aged before your time
Living your life like
Let's see what the new day brings
Maybe I will learn
