There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track

Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time


A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time


And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last

Local boy in the photograph
Today


He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing


There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track

Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
Today


And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours

Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today


He's gone away