No Idea
Now there's a surprise
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Don't I know you? No?
Wait a minute
I remember
Back at university
Now that's going back a while
Yeah, those were the days
How could I ever forget them?
All that stuff we used to get up to
And, you know, it still seems like yesterday
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
Anyway, how are you doing? My god, how time flies
You've got kids? Yeah, me too. Grown up now. Flown the nest
Nice talking
See you again one day
Oh, you know I've still got some of your old records
I always meant to give them back
Oh, what's the point if they're on CD
Or you can stream them anyway
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
And all this talk about the death of rock
Well, I can't see it happening. Not on my watch
And it has and it hasn't, but I do miss the old days
Jamming for hours
The ideas kept flowing
Still do, but somehow, it's different these days
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
End of lyrics
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Don't I know you? No?
Wait a minute
I remember
Back at university
Now that's going back a while
Yeah, those were the days
How could I ever forget them?
All that stuff we used to get up to
And, you know, it still seems like yesterday
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
Anyway, how are you doing? My god, how time flies
You've got kids? Yeah, me too. Grown up now. Flown the nest
Nice talking
See you again one day
Oh, you know I've still got some of your old records
I always meant to give them back
Oh, what's the point if they're on CD
Or you can stream them anyway
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
And all this talk about the death of rock
Well, I can't see it happening. Not on my watch
And it has and it hasn't, but I do miss the old days
Jamming for hours
The ideas kept flowing
Still do, but somehow, it's different these days
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
No idea, where the next person's coming from
No idea, when they're going away
No idea, if we'll ever meet again
No idea, let's live from day to day
End of lyrics
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Lloyd, Twenty Miles Out
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