No, I'm not playing tonight

I'm only listening, and no, I'm alright

For a drink, I'm leaving soon

No taxis, as usual

I walked past the scrubland and carparks

Under the M3, a lad about my age was speaking in tongues

And I thought of something you said once

Wandering 'round the woods off our heads

It's all just a remake, scene for scene

Maybe next time I'll play you, and you can play me

And you can play me

Well, I wrote in the guestbook

Or the death book, "I love ya," and left it at that

Hey, I'm getting pretty good at this now

Some old friends you hadn't

Spoke to in ten years were blathering

So I took my pint outside where some kids were mucking around

And I thought of us then

And a cool wind blowing through our hair

Watching the cargo ships pass

With the sun in our eyes and our backs to the grass

And I thought of something you said once

Wandering 'round the woods off our heads

It's all just a remake, nothing new

Maybe next time you'll play me, and I can play you

And I can play you