where have all the people gone
who I knew when I was young?
some have gone for good
and some? they’re still struggling on
I can see the miners walking back home
I can see my brother; pushbike and all
where have all the people gone
who I knew when I was young?
some have gone for good
and some? they’re still struggling on
picnic on the beach, find crabs in the rocks
splashing in the sea, then a train journey home
where have all the people gone
who I knew when I was young?
some have gone for good
and some? they’re still struggling on
the street is empty, but the trams move on, regardless
the marbles lose themselves in drains
they won’t be found