Summer in Dublin

Take me away from the city and lead me to where I can be on my own, I wanted to see it, and now that I have, I want just to be left alone, I'll always remember your kind words, and I'll still remember your name, But I've seen you changing and turning, and I know that things won't be the same. I remember that summer in Dublin, and the liffey as it stank like hell, And the young people walking on Grafton street, and everyone looking so well, I was singing a song I heard somewhere, called "Rock 'n' roll never forgets", When my hummin' was smothered by a 46a and the scream of a low flying jet. So I jumped on a bus to Dun Laoighre, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar, And a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich. I was glad we weren't goin' too far. So I'm leavin' on Wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where I can hear The wind and the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are near, And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill, I'll just get on the road and stick out my thumb. I know that you'll be there still.