Versuri Local Boy In The Photograph

  
There's no mistake, I smell that smell 
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air 
The clocks go back, railway track 
Something blocks the line again 
And the train runs late for the first time 
 
A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red 
Where I heard the news for the first time 
 
And all the friends lay down the flowers 
Sit on the banks and drink for hours 
Talk of the way they saw him last 
Local boy in the photograph 
Today 
 
He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on 
Past the place they found his clothing 
 
There's no mistake, I smell that smell 
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air 
The clocks go back, railway track 
Something blocks the line again 
And the train runs late for the first time 
Today 
 
And all the friends lay down the flowers 
Sit on the banks and drink for hours 
Talk of the way they saw him last 
Local boy in the photograph 
Today 
 
He's gone away