It was the day before the day before yesterday When we thought everything would now go our way We inherited a fortune of innocence And they took it all away
We travel on the last bus from sanity Through provincetown to cities of obscurity And somewhere down the road it occurs to me That I might have missed my stop
But I will not Return to yesterday Or smooth out the human clay We'll face this new England like we always have In a fury of denial We'll go out dancing on the tiles Help me down, but don't take me back
I heard a lover calling to Saint Anthony Sadly treating love like her property Only battles can be lost and so it seems we do But I'm hoping for a change
I left you at the bus stop in workingtown Now the service has been cut re-named slumberdown I can see you on the bars of your brother's bicycle Now I hope you're not alone
And all the politician creeps I know they want them back And the couturier weeps She knows they won't come back And the lovers who seldom speak I know they want them back And me falling back into your half term kisses No I will not...