when i was just a little boy i played with another wretch we'd go down to the union canal to see what we could catch. cast the hook, line and sinker then sit down and wish no barges passed this way no more nor did any fish how do you do can't stop now we're just passing through
the wasteland was our playground and the railway-track i told my friend one day i'd leave and never would come back we'd watch those trucks a-rolling past never stopping at our station i never knew from where they came nor their destination how do you do can't stop now we're just passing through
then the excavations were started here one day before i could spell 'envirament' they'd built a motorway now we have a flyover and an under pass railway trains and open drains does no one think of us? how do you do can't stop now we're just passing through
i left that place in '75 and never did return ain't got no time for nostalg'a for any bridges i have burned but once i passed on that motorway and at the concrete i did stare i wondered if my childhood friend was still living there