White socks and illegal drugs,
Beneath the black wool and silk suit
Rests his hands, rolls his last cigarette
He's forbidden fruit.
He rings the bell
Sipping wine from a champagne glass,
Smiling to himself
And his people toes
Because he remembers the time,
There were no grey skies
And he wants to rewind
But he can't seem to find his home
There's no reservations
And shelter to mend
He rambles on without a care,
Streets as cold as ice
He sits up loudly and shows us his two flare screen
And this is when we know the story would begin
Because he remembers the time,
There were no grey skies
And he wants to rewind
But he can't seem to find his home
(Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay)
He was so cold, and all alone
No one to hoold, and no one to call
So he remembers these times
Even under grey skies
Theres no need to rewind
Cause he taught us to find us our home
Because he remembers the time,
There were no grey skies
And he wants to rewind
But he can't seem to find his home
So he remembers the time,
There were no grey skies
And he wants to rewind
But he can't seem to find his home
His home.
