A Man Of Great Promise

(álbum: Our Favourite Shop - 1985)

I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain
Well I just couldn't understand it
Oh if I could of changed that, then Lord knows I'd do it now
Oh but there is no going back
And what's done is done forever

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

And I think of what you might have been,
A man of such great promise
Oh but you seem to forget the dream
And the more you saw you hated

Oh but let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame
You had a dangerous passion

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

All the things that you might have been but who am I to say?
Still I wonder
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay
If it's the cold earth you prefer to stay