We've Got Time

 

In the north east of England on Northumberland Street

singing 'bout the diggers,coins were falling at my feet,

I stopped to leave,

a stranger came and shook my hand and spoke to me.


have you heard of the license,

sweeping all around,

my shop and I were fighting,

now we're punching the ground, hear my sigh.

with their command, tescos walls slowly rise.

 

so you can keep your bloody pay check, there's nothing for me here,

wherever we have profit, a toiler sheds a tear. 

I can't explain,

what he meant, I aint well read,

we went our ways. 

 

and I gathered up my shrapnel,

and found my London bus,

his words travelled with me,

all the way from the top and down the thames,

south-western bound to where the tideway falls rest.

 

we got time, we got time

they threw bodies on the line,

and in the suburb, my train stood still.

this is more than a river, start the clocks, we've got hours to fill

 

now home in my travelling shoes shaking off the stiff

walking passed the tavern where the writers used to live,

before the boards

blocked the windows and the bolts held down the doors. 

 

with no one to turn to, I joined them in the cold,

dodging herds from weatherspoons, and looking for a home

and there we found,

a place where dreams of probity were sung out loud

 

we got time, we got time

they threw bodies on the line,

and in the suburb, my train stood still.

this is more than a river, start the clocks, we've got hours to fill

 

and know it aint easy sometimes,

their swords are much sharper, than the words in my mind

so now my days

of flying bricks with no real aim, start to fade.


but I'll fan the flame of locals, right now you're all I've got

to save me from the souless, and I'm yours 'till you drop

and when you're down

take a breath and get back up, this is our town. 
 

we got time, we got time

they threw bodies on the line,

and in the suburb, my train stood still.

this is more than a river, start the clocks, we've got hours to fill

and as they lock up the doors, fill it up, we've got hours to kill,

this is more than a river, start the clocks, we've got hours to fill.