P.B.S.

I get up before the dawn is broken
To milk the cows of human kindness
And I raise a quart, my dear
To the idea of old times

They say home is where the heart is
But it is also where your boyfriend lives
So if you really want to act your age
Go burn some sage

Oh my melancholy Audrey
I wanna drink in the street where you lived
So I take a bus and bottle
Out to your old address
Cos if I can't do little
I'll do much too much instead

If I had known it would be last
I would have snuck another look at that
But that's behind and like pearls before swine
I squealed and squandered
Cos I always hated to see you go
But loved your lust to wander

When it comes to romance and riding trains
Balance matters much more than strength
So put your hands in the air
And just leave them there



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Greene
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