Cross the border, Into the big bad world Where it takes you ‘bout an hour Just to cross the road Just to stumble across another poor old soul from The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness I fight with my brain to believe my eyes And it’s harder than you think To delay this sadness That creeps up my spine And haunts me through the night
But life is good and the girls are gorgeous Suddenly the air smells much greener now And I’m wandering around With a half pack of cigarettes Searching for the change that I’ve lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy I’ll get used to this eventually I know, I know