I pray for time to accelerate
But I curse the dark when it gets late
Five years have passed so relentlessly
I couldn't face it again; oh, it worries me
All the times that you wept
And your crown slipped across your brow
All over England, semis wake
A shot at what things ought to be
And, though a bus whisks me away
Your zeal for youth excites these streets!
All the times that you wept
And your crown slipped across your brow
All the times that you went out of town, oh!
I wish I'd had the guts to come with you