(Clarke / Bell)

Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

Climbing up the back stairs
There's a chill wind in the air
I wrap up from the cold
Pull the blind in the window

Who was here?
Was it you?
Or am I just dreaming?

Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down
Boats along the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around

Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the
Shaking their umbrellas
'Til it starts again
Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down
Boats along the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around

Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the rain
Shaking their umbrellas
'Til it starts again
Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze

Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?