image Souvenir Summer’s almost gone, I rode the bus ten blocks, I buzzed and I knocked But you’d changed all the locks. Now I’ll never get over you, But that’s alright, ‘cos who said I wanted to? A man with a hospital name-tag round his wrist Talked Klingon all way home……………. The payphone downstairs Still has your fingerprints on, I tore the phone from the wall, For a souvenir, that’s all. Now I still miss you every day, I’m the broken wing flapping in the wind on the motorway. A barmaid in shiny stretch pants and spiked heels Pours me doubles all night long…… [ Back ]