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