The ballad of a lonely, monied couple
Drinking from a crystal cup of wine
It doesn't matter where the hell we're going
If Virgin couldn't get us there on time
Next Saturday I take the train to London
And Bruges the Sunday after next
And while I'd like to meet the Lords for dinner
I can't abide and extra day away
50-odd years
A house by the sea
A cromulent supper with you and with me
I don't believe there was peace in Birmingham
Can we go back to where we once began
I don't believe there was peace in Merseyside
Why do we carry on with foolish pride
50-odd years
A ring of old keys
A brittle reminder for you and for me
50-odd years
Played off to a tune
Of well-worn rejoinders from me and from you
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The ballad of a lonely, monied couple
Drinking from a crystal cup of wine
It doesn't matter where the hell we're going
If Virgin couldn't get us there on time
Next Saturday I take the train to London
And Bruges the Sunday after next
And while I'd like to meet the Lords for dinner
I can't abide and extra day away
50-odd years
A house by the sea
A cromulent supper with you and with me
I don't believe there was peace in Birmingham
Can we go back to where we once began
I don't believe there was peace in Merseyside
Why do we carry on with foolish pride
50-odd years
A ring of old keys
A brittle reminder for you and for me
50-odd years
Played off to a tune
Of well-worn rejoinders from me and from you
Drinking from a crystal cup of wine
It doesn't matter where the hell we're going
If Virgin couldn't get us there on time
Next Saturday I take the train to London
And Bruges the Sunday after next
And while I'd like to meet the Lords for dinner
I can't abide and extra day away
50-odd years
A house by the sea
A cromulent supper with you and with me
I don't believe there was peace in Birmingham
Can we go back to where we once began
I don't believe there was peace in Merseyside
Why do we carry on with foolish pride
50-odd years
A ring of old keys
A brittle reminder for you and for me
50-odd years
Played off to a tune
Of well-worn rejoinders from me and from you
Writer: Justin Johnson
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