Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 48

Today is Frid... ehm... Thursday, the 8th of March 2019.

Darn it... Not again! I had one job to do and I did not do it. Thursday. It is always Thursday when I ask questions about songs about cities...

"Raining In Bromford"

This circus is falling down on its knees,

The big top is crumbling down,

It's raining in Bromford fifteen miles east,

Where you should be, no one's around.

I need a phone call,

I need a raincoat,

I need a big love,

I need a phone call.

These train conversations are passing me by,

And I don't have nothing to say,

You get what you pay for,

But I just had no intention of living this way.

I need a phone call,

I need a plane ride,

I need a sunburn,

I need a raincoat.

And I get no answers,

And I don't get no change,

It's raining in Bromford, baby,

But everything else is the same.

There's things I remember, things I forget,

I miss you, I guess that I should,

Three thousand five hundred miles away,

But what would you change if you could?

I need a phone call,

Maybe I should buy a new car,

I can always hear a freight train,

Baby if I listen real hard,

And I wish, I wish it was a small world,

'Cause I'm lonely for the big towns,

I'd like to hear a little guitar,

I guess it's time to put the top down.

I need a phone call,

I need a raincoat,

I really need a raincoat,

I really, really need a raincoat,

I really, really, really need a raincoat,

I really need a raincoat.