Driving
down from the Highland Line
We
done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne.
They
flew us in from a Hamburg strip.
The
taste of Düsseldorf still on our lips.
And
on the bus there’s a friend of mine.
We
go way back to the scene of the crime.
Sit
up front and share a cigarette.
And
try to remember what we tried to forget.
He
said: "Do
you remember?"
He
said: "Do you recall?"
I
said: "Yeah, I remember, oh, I remember it all."
Everytime
the cold wind blows, everything I hear the sound.
Late
night trains shunting down by the river…
I
remember Windy Town.
We
come so far and we move so fast.
Making
hay, see it all go past.
Round
the world and around again.
Up
and down on that gravy train.
Everytime
the cold wind blows, everything I hear the sound.
East
coast crosswinds on the cold wet stone…
I
remember Windy Town.
I’ve
seen it all before!
The
freezing corners and the empty streets.
The
burning passion and the cold wet feet.
Three
tricky miles home every night.
Dodging
from the shadows underneath the amber lights.
No
car for kissing and nowhere to go.
Except
inside each other and I loved you so.
I
held your face as you shivered in the rain.
Girl,
I’ll always love you and I’ll love you again.
Oh,
everytime!
Yeah,
everytime!
Everytime
the cold wind blows, everytime I hear the sound.
Late
night trains shunting down by the river…
I
remember Windy Town.
Everytime
the cold wind blows, everytime I hear the sound.
East
coast crosswinds on the cold wet stone…
I
remember, I remember Windy Town.
There
it goes…
There
it goes…
Windy Town.