Looking back at white and black reminders
of my past
Smoky bars and cheap guitars, but
nothing built to last
Nothing ever stays, nothing comes to
mind
No one can erase the days we left
behind.
See the boys of Dungeon Lane along
the Mersey shore
Some of them will feel the pain, but
some were meant for more
And nothing stays the same no one
needs to cry
Nothing can reclaim the days we left
behind.
We met at Forthlin Road and wrote a
secret code
To never be spoken
I stand by what I said the promise
that I made
Will never be broken.
In the skies the skylarks rise above
the sounds of war
Since that day I knew they’d stay with
me for evermore
’Cause nothing stays the same and no
one needs to cry
And no one is to blame for the days
we left behind.
The days we left behind.
You are a gift to all of us, Paul! Thank you!
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