Come Back

I put the case inside the safe
Some dark and long forgotten place
I left the box up in the loft
And threw the key away
Beneath the floor, behind the door
The things I don’t need any more

A crazy adolescent phase
I’m reaching for you through the haze
The letters and the messages
A diary of those days
You see the opportunity
You make a move, you’re breaking free
Come back, come back
You know you will one day
Come back, come back
You’re throwing it all away

You’re still in my recurring dreams
A strange and so disturbing scene
The weirdest place I’ve ever been
And every night the same
I wrote the words I thought I’d heard
Although they sounded so absurd
Come back, come back
You know you will one day
Come back, come back
You’re throwing it all away

Never changing, never fading
The story stays the same
However long I’m still here waiting
Yesterday, today
Come back, come back, come back

You’re saved inside my memory
And can’t escape again
So many thousand images
Are backed up in my brain
Come back, come back, come back

Along the walls and down the hall
For my fading powers of recall
I’m followed by the face I framed so many times before
And all your friends will still pretend
It’s better for you in the end
Come back, come back
You know you will one day
Come back, come back
You’re throwing it all away

Never changing, never fading
The story stays the same
However long I’m still here waiting
Never went away

Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd

The Party’s Over

The party’s over now
It’s time to clear the mess away
I can’t remember how
Tomorrow turned into today
Empty bottles, scattered litter
Cigarette ends, broken mirrors
Did we have a good time anyway?

The party over-ran
I hope the neighbours didn’t mind
We’ll clean up while we can
I’m dreading what the kids will find
Already it’s the morning after
Time to face the whole disaster
Time to turn the lights out for a while

The party’s over, can’t you see it?
The mood has changed and I can feel it
Just look around and who’s still standing there?
The talk and laughter, tears and dancing
Such a good time while it lasted
But something bad is hanging in the air

I never saw the time
Just don’t remind me what I said
The music and too much wine
This rhythm’s pounding in my head
I’ll find a space amongst this bombsite
It’s four o’clock, I’ll sleep till daylight
Come and wake me when the smoke has cleared

The party’s over, can’t you see it?
The mood has changed and I can feel it
Just look around and who’s still standing there?
The talk and laughter, tears and dancing
Such a good time while it lasted
But something bad is hanging in the air

Close the windows, draw the curtains
Dim the lights, my head is hurting
The rubbish bags are overflowing
The plastic cups will all just blow away, blow away, blow away, blow away

The party faded out
There’s really nothing left to say
Alright, I know it’s late
We’ll talk about things anyway
On second thoughts let’s do it later
With coffee and the Sunday papers
Be civilised or at least just pretend

The party’s over, can’t you see it?
The mood has changed and I can feel it
Just look around and who’s still standing there?
The talk and laughter, tears and dancing
Such a good time while it lasted
But something bad is hanging in the air

The party’s over now
It’s time to clear the mess away
I can’t imagine how
Tomorrow just became today

Written by William Jones
Published by Summerhouse Music Ltd

Going Under

I had a living working for my family
You know that wooden house up on the hill
One day the storm came down and blew our shack away
Tore everything apart that we had built

This young man thought he had the gift of second sight
But couldn’t see what’s coming down the road
He just believed the world was wrong and he was right
But if you asked him why he didn’t know
He’d only tell you well, I told you so

Look at all the seaweed and the driftwood
Getting washed up on the shore
And every day it’s swept away again
Tomorrow there’ll be more
It’s what the tide comes for

The sea looks so inviting from the promenade
I’ll dive from here one night and slip away
I’ve often thought of swimming to America
Just disappear, tomorrow start again
And leave the things behind I couldn’t change
And send a postcard, nothing much to say

Look at all the seaweed and the driftwood
Getting washed up on the store
And every day it’s swept away again
Tomorrow there’ll be more
It’s what the tide comes for

So many strangers in the neighbourhood
Been how many times around the block?
Too many traders in the marketplace
Let it stop, just make it stop

I want to let you know that I’ll be back one day
Even if it’s with another name
Whatever happens to me I can promise you
The music and the words will be the same
And when I’m home I’ll know I’m glad I came
We’ll maybe see that summertime again

Look at all the seaweed and the driftwood
Getting washed up on the shore
And every day it’s swept away again
And dragged aside
Tomorrow there’ll be more
It’s what the tide comes for

Written by William Jones
All titles published by Summerhouse Music Ltd