Last Time I Saw Andrew
Laz McCluskey
[verse 1]
Last time I saw Andrew
He'd been walking the dogs on the Green
For his folks and for a change of scene
We love the sound of hearsay in the morning
Antiques on shelves
Are dust on memories forming
[verse 2]
Last time I saw Carol
She'd been checking the just - in's at Marks
Nose through the baskets, the trolleys and carts
There's more than memories preserved in the jars
Some get the bus
Some Collect By Car