The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass these rainy miles Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call From the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much You used to say it never will The pubs are all full on friday nights And things get started still You spend hours last week with Billy-boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Stare at those posters we used to laugh at In heaven neverland, palmtrees by the sea There was no need for these guys to hurt him so bad When all they had to do was knock him down But noone asks too many questions, not anymore Since you left this town Chorus: And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of the green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers all the time As if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got to be Something that seems to happen somewhere else Oh, for god sake why don't you realize That I still hear that call Do you think you're so brave to just start running To that which beckons to us all Bridge: Oooh, not for one second did you look behind you When you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place where you live today Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I've sent From the valleys of the green and the grey Valleys of the green and the grey _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Sandro A. Pelosi([email protected])