Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 18

"Bromford"

I got some money and found myself a car

I headed north across the boulevard

on my own...

Paul Simon and his friend

singing something about Ms Robinson

on the radio...

and I'm going home

and I'm going home

but I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

my jeans are too tight and my hair is too long

you look at me like I'm a vagabond

well, maybe I am

the sun's going down and the lights come on

I'll keep driving until the day is done

on the 101

and I'm going home

and I'm going home

but I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

and I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

and I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

I can hear Ir calling out my name