Pembroke
Hello there my friend, what do you feel
nothing very much, why aren't you for real
Can I have your autograph, I need it for a song of mine
just for you and everybody else
How about the other half, I need that part to make it rhyme
just for me, and everybody else
Hang up your things inside to dry, near the fire
and when the flames get higher
at least you can say to your friends that you're a trier
Can I have your autograph I need it for a song of mine
just for you and everybody else
How about your other half, it's going wrong and out of time
just for you and everybody else