by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown
To see the time that might have been. The tides have carried off the beach.
Let's go down to where it's clean
As you said,
Let's go back to where it's clean
The sun is out of reach.
The roads have carried off the smiles.
As you said,
To see what year it might have been.
Let's go back to now that's bad
To see the time we might have had.
The rails have carried off the trains.
To judge them at the trials.
As you said,
I'll never come again, again, again, again.
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