Lyrics

Ten years to the day her father's in the garden He'd kept it as it was the day she went away On every life some rain must fall But that doesn't mean we let the roses go Ten years to the day her mother's in the kitchen She's standing at the backdoor, "Come, love, have some tea." It took a bit of getting used to Only setting out 2 places I could bring her back to them With a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again I could put her in a taxi idling at the corner Working up her nerve and wondering what she'll say Remembering how she left that morning Recalling how they both were snoring I could bring her back to them With a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again That man from the motor trade Ran off with a meter maid Roses, wild, have spilled into the alley Backdoor off the hinges, the grass grown high Ten years to the day and counting That little note she wrote? That's all she wrote I could bring her back to them With a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again But I can't bring her back to them That's not how this story ends As is written so it ends Bye-bye