East Finchley (Acoustic)

When they put up the barriers at East Finchley underground,

At the end of the tunnel that led to your road,

They cut off my route to the only safe place I'd found.

It cost money I didn't have for me to go home.

And weren't you just a vision in the summer of '97?

Sixteen and shaking with anticipation in a world in which we still could be anything.

And I was a visionary - always making my plans and always so very

Convinced of their greatness, saying I know you're going to hate this

But today we jump a train and go adventuring.

 

When did all that change? When did the world get so hostile, start feeling so strange?

I never stopped shirking, you never started working, somehow we never grew up to be

Responsible commuters, lost in the crowd, glued to their computers,

Enduring their journeys, their thoughts never turning

To futures they'd decided were not meant to be.

 

If I followed those tracks, would they take me back?

If I jumped the barriers they put up between us when I got off the train,

Could I start again?

 

Who could have dreamed that our lives would have turned out like this?

I used to need to tell Jesus what happened when we kissed.

How can you accept that decisions cannot be unmade?

If we followed those tracks, would we remember how to be brave?

Well they put up those barriers at East Finchley underground,

At the end of the tunnel that led to your road,

But these days I buy tickets, and I don't see you around,

And the place where you used to live is no longer home.