Tales From Turnpike House
Album - 13 giugno 2005 - Debaser id 233417

Crazy superstitions on my mind
Could they help me get you back for good
Such a striking combination, gone away
Could I save it if I knocked in wood

Did I have a chance and fail to keep it
Lose my dream and let it slip away
Will my destiny remain a secret
Well that's okay, yeah

Everyone should have a reason to believe
So I still believe that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I find the feeling's gone in me
Suddenly I see that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sitting down to read the stars again
Maybe they can tell me what's in store
Now I'm mixing up a magic potion
That's gonna get you banging on my door

Did I have a chance and fail to keep it
Lose my dream and let it slip away
Will my destiny remain a secret
Well, that's okay, yeah

Everyone should have a reason to believe
So I still believe that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I find the feeling's gone in me
Suddenly I see that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

And I'm working on a siren song
Oh baby, oh baby
Gotta feeling that it won't be long
Oh baby, oh baby

Well don't you know that
Everyone should have a reason to believe
So I still believe that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I find the feeling's gone in me
Suddenly I see that
Lightning could strike twice for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The neighborhood that I live in
I've always seen as home
At certain times of the evening
It's like a no-go zone

Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend
And I've got features I quite like and don't mind keeping

But still I walk the
Side streets home
Even when I'm on my own
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories
I wouldn't set a foot outside

You say I live in a bubble
I find a bubble's best
At a faint whiff of trouble
Just turn and head due west

Quite light on my feet if I ever need be
As I zip down the street no one ever sees me

That's why I walk the
Side streets home
Even when I'm on my own
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories
I wouldn't set a foot outside

I'm tempting fate (I know, tell me about it)
So nonchalant (I know, and I don't doubt it)
I'll probably get it tomorrow

'Til then I'll walk the
Side streets home
Even when I'm on my own
If I let myself believe...

(Side streets home...)
(On my own...)

Believe...

''Amy checks the shopping list
Pedal bin, washing-up rack, Sandtex
And she goes to the baker's to buy a loaf
Ah, she keeps forgetting it's changed into the Tropicana tanning salon

And in the charity shop
Mrs. Brown sits at the counter
Pricing down some old stock
The Moon's a Balloon, two copies of Every Loser Wins, Noel's Blobbyland, deluxe edition
There's not much on the doorstep recently
Something to do with eBay, Johnny reckons
He's bidding on it now, for a Subbuteo catalogue, '81-'82
He'll win it, put it in a drawer, and forget he ever bought it

Holding on...
To something...
And not knowing...
Exactly what you're waiting for''

Now...
Teenage winter's coming down
Teenage winter throws a gown
Over every place I've been
And every little dream
Forever...

''Phone rings in Gary's flat
"Can I speak to Mr. G. Staid, please"
He hangs up and takes Tony the milk
"See you in the Hat and Fan at seven"

Gary can't believe the Claremont Road pitch is going to be covered in executive housing
He talks about the Newcastle game, Boncho's debut, but
Tony can hardly hear him

They took the jukebox out, and the Aussie bar staff are playing the Red Hot Chili Peppers
He tells him what he thinks
He manages to keep it clean
Buys another round

Holding on...
To something...
And not knowing...
Exactly what you're waiting for''

Now
Teenage winter's coming down
Teenage winter throws a gown
Over every place I've been
And every little dream
Forever

Now
Teenage winter's coming down
Teenage winter throws a gown
Over every place I've been
And every little dream
Forever

Now
Teenage winter's coming down
Teenage winter throws a gown
Over every place I've been
And every little dream
Forever

Now
Teenage winter's coming down
Teenage winter throws a gown
Over every place I've been
And every little dream
Forever

''Mums with pushchairs outside Sainsbury's
Tears in their eyes
They'll never buy a Gibb Brothers record again
Their old 45s gathering dust
The birthday cards they couldn't face throwing away
Teenage winter coming down
Teenage winter coming down''