With the skies in our eyes
We had said our goodbyes
Cause the future looked stale
As the tears in our ale
So why should we care
If our fortunes lay bare
It could not get as bad
As the nightmares we’ve had
It was the shock of something new
Not the expected thing to do
Cause we escaped when we moved to
Brompton Lane
It was a flat and very small
It had nothing but had it all
With no kitchen or phone
We were left on our own
With a life to rebuild
Out of work and unskilled
But a glimmer of hope
That alone we would cope
With a breath of fresh air
And a passion to share
You will always succeed
When you’re planting new seed