Wolverton

Nondescript curved stained glass window
Up above an old oak door
And behind that was a kitchen
With a dirty lino floor

It’s not about from what it’s made
It’s not about the price we paid
It’s about the friends we made
And the love I could not save
That still haunts me to this day
And would never be the same

I could get back to Wolverton
I’d never leave again
If I could get back to Wolverton
I’d never leave again

Taking pills and sharing thrills,
Telling stories that gave us chills
Working hard in dirty clothes
To get something special for our nose

It’s not about from what it’s made
And not about the price we paid
It’s about the friends we made
And the love I could not save
That still haunts me to this day
And would never be the same

I could get back to Wolverton
I’d never leave again
If I could get back to Wolverton
I’d never leave again

I’d never leave again
I’d never leave again
I’d never leave again
I’d never leave again

And as the nights drew to an end
We’d say goodbye to all our friends
Then we’d set it up once more
It was my job to clean the floor…

Lyrics: Lane
Music: Kessel
© 2016