What was it that you wanted to saySmeared in pencil, couldn’t read it anywayGot the trash and the bottles in bagsSome old boxes with notebooks in framesI’ve got it written downSo I can show you nowI’ve got it written downSo I can read it nowYou may find that you’ll never come undoneLike you’re supposed to before you start your famous runJust because there may be flowers in your hairDoesn’t mean you have to pretend that you just don’t careWhen all the other kids have given up for the nightThere’s always more out there looking for a lightOn the shore where the Margate sands go outYou never never never never ever had a doubt