I left town on the six o'clock train Seeing my reflections as it washed down the drain My life in ruins and my hair was in a mess The Sunday papers-but I'd just lost interest Now there's a pain when I walk But it doesn't compare to the pain when we used to talk We made a trade of love and wi Our favourite songs and a few narcotics Wrong time, wrong place But the best way possible In one hour I aged But in the best possible taste I didn't touch the ground or my food It's the least I could do for someone like you Was it the first time you'd ever kissed Without thinking 'bout your shopping list? You were first for what it's worth That was preferable to a funeral But only just When you saw me wave goodbye this afternoon I wasn't waving. I was drowning Wrong time, wrong place But in the best way possible In one hour I aged but in the best possible taste