image Jerusalem Road I hardly ever think about you, It must be just the way I feel tonight, Remember we’d fight over girls and bands and records As we walked home down the railway by twilight? Tonight I’m stumbling down Jerusalem Road, Like we used to mostly every day, And the bus-stop girl’s biting her nails And the hellhound on my trail’s been distracted by the cold white frisbee of a moon….. I’ve got this old Kodachrome picture, Taken that long summer of ’79, There’s a confederate flag on the wall behind you, You got light gleaming on deep water for a smile. But tonight there’s no trace of you on Jerusalem Road, And my whole day’s been like some fever dream, And the café radio’s playing some slushy tune, And the barman’s beating time with a coffee-spoon, And I just wrote your name in the frost on my wineglass….. The last time I ever saw you You said your days of tossing burgers and shitty bands were dead, You were sat on a swing making shapes with your toe in the gravel, Half-listening to the chain on the crossbar overhead. Do you ever wish you were back on Jerusalem Road? When the choice was be the fool on the hill or be Bungalow Bill? There’s dogs calling out to each other across the night, And if you don’t even remember my name, well, that’s alright, Hey, I still got that snake-buckle belt that you gave me…. [ Back ]