Worcester Avenue

I took a walk down Worcester Avenue
I hoped that I might catch a glimpse of you
But you moved away when you got married
Said the area just wasn’t up to standard

I was staring out the window one Sunday afternoon
Looking at the rooftops of the town
I thought I saw the ghost of Jimmy Porter
But the Angry Young Men have long since calmed down

These things have come to pass
These things are true
These things have come to pass
I saw a vision down Worcester Avenue

I was strolling through the cloisters of a well known supermarket
Caught between the baked beans and the naked greed
I thought I heard the voice of Timmy Leary
But the flowers of the sixties have long since gone to seed

You can talk till you’re blue in the face – no one listens
Nobody’s interested in what went wrong
Everybody’s too busy dancing to the music
No one wants to hear the words of the song

These things have come to pass
These things are true
These things have come to pass
I saw a vision down Worcester Avenue
(Would I lie to you?)