I can't help thinking of what might've been
If the car had started that day
Perhaps the commercial transaction agreed
Would've taken us further away
But you pay as you earn
And you pay as you go
Though the man of the moment was well on his way
The girl of the year was never to know
Well I got out of town that same afternoon
There was nothing else keeping me there
As October melts out of September I smell
The salt and the spray in her hair
But you pay as you earn
And you pay as you go
Though the man of the moment was well on his way
The girl of the year was never to know
I thought I caught a glimpse of her once
At a run-down travelling fair
She looked into my face
Then she stared into space...
Then the very next moment;
She was no longer there