Ends Of The City - Darren Hanlon

On the very day my travel card expired

I rode the train

All day

And took it to the place each line retired

The fate of every train

Oh (oh)

Oh (oh)

Oh (oh)

If some authority had stopped to ask me why

I’d stare blankly at

My knees

To see the city from that point on every line

Where buildings kiss the trees

Now I believe, I believe, I believe

The move seems impossible

But I will leave, I will leave, I will leave

If you can’t live there

I want to quote the city’s history books verbatim

And know the names of all

The bars

Be nicer to that guy upstairs although I hate him

And stop littering in other people’s cars

Now I believe, I believe, I believe

The move seems impossible

But I will leave, I will leave

If you can’t live there

Now tracks they take me backs to you I go

And night descends

On wires

And TV lights reflect off every window

Like blue flickering fires

Now I believe, I believe, I believe

There’s a house, a street, to plant your feet

And I will leave, I will leave, I will leave

If you can’t live there

If you can’t live there