I remember how the clouds glowed pink
Like with fire
Aloof from the town's skyline
Aloof from my business
From fears
I could smell the burning oil
The sound of the frying pan
In that tea shop
I used to wish I was a million miles away
And pretend like I was
I had just enough money for a taxi ride
Home
And I was happy
Though I didn't tell myself that
I couldn't. I don't think I knew
And the summer evening would wane
Gracefully
Under my watch
The clouds would slowly burn out
Leaving a grey dull residue
And I would know
It was time to hail a taxi
Reciting those well rehearsed lines -
Bamfylde Road? How much?
Like with fire
Aloof from the town's skyline
Aloof from my business
From fears
I could smell the burning oil
The sound of the frying pan
In that tea shop
I used to wish I was a million miles away
And pretend like I was
I had just enough money for a taxi ride
Home
And I was happy
Though I didn't tell myself that
I couldn't. I don't think I knew
And the summer evening would wane
Gracefully
Under my watch
The clouds would slowly burn out
Leaving a grey dull residue
And I would know
It was time to hail a taxi
Reciting those well rehearsed lines -
Bamfylde Road? How much?