Being Boring

[Verse 1] I came across a cache of old photos And invitations to teenage parties "Dress in white" one said, with quotations From someone's wife, a famous writer In the nineteen-twenties When you're young you find inspiration In anyone who's ever gone And opened up a closing door She said: "We were never feeling bored [Chorus] Cause we were never being boring We had too much time to find for ourselves And we were never being boring We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends" And we were never holding back or worried that Time would come to an end" [Verse 2] When I went I left from the station With a haversack and some trepidation Someone said: "If you're not careful You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for In the nineteen-seventies" But I sat back and looking forward My shoes were high and I had scored I'd bolted through a closing door I would never find myself feeling bored [Chorus] [Verse 3] We were always hoping that, looking back You could always rely on a friend Now I sit with different faces In rented rooms and foreign places All the people I was kissing Some are here and some are missing In the nineteen-nineties I never dreamt that I would get to be The creature that I always meant to be But I thought in spite of dreams You'd be sitting somewhere here with me [Chorus x2]