Not Alone

I have not forgotten, The towers of grey
And the flags in the street
Blackcurrant and Rum, In our young blood
And the places we'd meet

I have not forgotten, That old van that we drove
To the Firth of Forth
And the magic of being, Fifteen years old
And free, looking out on the sea.

Oh and I never looked back

I have not forgotten, The wind and the rain
of our home town
And the passions we spent, At festival time
How we drank and ran about

Oh and I never looked back

There are ghosts in the corners of that town
Where we used to be
In the closes and alleys, In the high street
And there's just something about it, Something I love
Must be the clean air, makes me glad that I'm
On my way home, And I'm not alone

I can still remember
Dancing on the street, In the black, black night
We worte our jeans with holes in the knees
And we laughed at the drunken sight

Oh and I never looked back

There are ghosts in the corners of that town
Where we used to be
In the closes and alleys, In the high street
And there's just something about it, Something I love
Must be the clean air, makes me glad that I'm
On my way home, And I'm not alone

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Last Updated December 1998