Song Description
After a failed relationship a man regrets having had children with his ex. He runs away to a remote part of Northern England.
| Song Length |
3:46 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Poignant |
| Subject |
Bus, Baby, Children |
Similar Artists |
The Smiths, Fleet Foxes |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
This is a sad old song
But it runs at a fair old pace
By the time you've worked this out
You'll be on your next train
And what of children that are badly planned?
Upon that fateful night
I should have cum in my own hand
Fair grow the ones that know how to harm hearts
Old grow the ones that have to flee with their lives
I met another one on the bus to Preston
He was going further north
'Cause he had to feed a horse
And as he rattled on he stole my sleep from me
He made me think of you and the ones I cannot keep
Fair grow the ones that know how to harm hearts
Old grow the ones that have to flee with their lives
All's quiet in the north-west sky
All's quiet so just don't ask why I've had to flee
This is an old, old song
And it runs at a fair old pace
By the time you've worked me out
I'll be on my next train
And you'll wave me on