Memories lost in the faded films of my life
And a friend that used to be
Something special to me
Red wine and good times
If you don’t feel at all
There is no point in going on tonight
Something’s in the house
Something’s on the stairs
War’s in the air
The queer is out of order
And me I’m on the ground
But that’s no place to be
Jack Burroughs says ‘what you doing’
‘Oh me I’m going home’
‘Oh what a shame’
Nothing has changed
And nothing is new
These days