Back In London

I saw the world When I was young Through the windows of the bars Through the lies I heard and told Through my eyes of plastic gold I spun my stories And I sung my jokes I climbed some mountain And I tied some rope And I'm, I'm back in London for while Where the manic preachers smile Where the fire becomes a stove Where no one is getting old Where my girlfriends getting drunk Every morning on the bus We never lost, we never won At least it's real, what we have done I was talking To my best friend About the way our lives would end He rolled his eyes And filled my glass Just to let the moment pass We fell in love With the open road Until it nearly Killed us both So we're back in London for a while Where the poets go to die Where the rain chokes the sky Where I can still crack a smile Where my radiator leaks Where the dreamers never sleep We never lost, we never won At least it's real, what we have done There's something dripping On the floor Something broken on the wall There's something spreading, through the land Somethings getting out of hand My lungs Don't sing Like they used to Anymore But my heart Still sings Like it used to In the war I'm back in London for while Where the manic preachers smile Where the fire becomes a stove Where no one is getting old Where my girlfriends getting drunk Every morning on the bus We never lost, we never won At least it's real, what we have done