I see your pictures in windows round town Your features fall from you like a pierrot clown What got inside you babe, who let you down D'ya get what you went for, or is there still more To be found? Like you're proving the world's round
Will there be a return from this prodigal son Or is he consumed by the fight and the run Wish you'd come back and see me babe, cos time's Pushing on And I'll tell you stories of all you missed while You were gone, Proving the world wrong.
Wandering troubadour, young libertine Your blue eyes betraying the trouble you've seen I see you struggling betwixt and between The steel and the shipyards eclipse your parisian dream, Least you're keeping the girls keen
Wish you'd come back and see me babe Cos time's pushing on And I'll tell you stories of all you missed While you were gone.
