There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again
I can taste it The clocks go back, the railway track
Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time
A pebbled beach, we're underneath A pier just been painted red
Here I hear the news for the first time And all the friends lay down to float
Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last
Like a boat in the photograph today He'll always be twenty-three
Yet the train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again
I can taste the air The clocks go back, the railway track
Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time
today And all the friends lay down to float
Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last
Like a boat in the photograph today He's gone away
Like a boat in the photograph today He's gone away
Like a boat in the photograph today He's gone away
Like a boat in the photograph today He's gone away