I see your pictures in windows round town
Your features fall from you like a Pierrot clown
what got inside you babe, who let you down
D'ya get what you went for, or is there still more
to be found?
like you're proving the world's round
Will there be a return from this prodigal son
or is he consumed by the fight and the run
Wish you'd come back and see me babe, cos time's
pushing on
And I'll tell you stories of all you missed while
you were gone,
proving the world wrong.
Wandering troubadour, young libertine
Your blue eyes betraying the trouble you've seen
I see you struggling betwixt and between
The steel and the shipyards eclipse your Parisian dream,
least you're keeping the girls keen
Wish you'd come back and see me babe
cos time's pushing on
And I'll tell you stories of all you missed
while you were gone.