Driving to your home again, forgive me to the rain. It's true that I willed and wished for you, each night upon my bed. Driving down your road again, a winding road of green, your face a distant memory, an autumn leaf in spring.
'Twas a long time ago, in the time of the lorry low, 'Twas a long time ago, was a claw in the days of old.
Following the signs of you, as sparrows flock around, I will always drink to you, when entering this town Grievous angels laugh at you for leaving me to be, I see your face in every blue-ish sky and road and sea
'Twas a long time, in the time of the lorry low 'Twas a long time, was a claw in the days of old