Local Boy In The Photograph - Decade In The Sun Version

There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air

The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time

A pebble beach we're underneath a pier
Just been painted red
Where I hear the news for the first time
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph, today

He'll alwasy be twenty-three
Yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing

There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air

The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time today

And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph, today
He's gone away