Lyrics

Mom I'm here at the church I'm about to go in And I thought that I'd call you It's late You're five hours ahead You're probably asleep I thought I'd just call you To say hi And America's grand I'm here at the church with a flower in my hand And things haven't turned out exactly as planned But I'm fine It's cold Like zero degrees There's lights in the trees It's just like a movie Last night Last night, I think I was - I stayed at the - You wouldn't believe me I'm wearing my suit with the scuffs in the knees The one that we got for my GCSEs If I stand in the street any longer, I'll freeze If I put my eye to the door, I can just about see There's hundreds of people and stars on the tree I'd better go in and say "Hi Dad, it's me!' Maybe that's him I'd better go in Last time I wore this, I looked like a clown Last day of school, with my hair gelled down And all of my friends went out on the town But me The day when our lives was supposed to begin When everyone else had gone out, I stayed in And we sat by the fire drinking gin And watching TV And I know it hasn't been cheap And I know that it hasn't been easy to sleep And I know our road was steep and rough We were always enough You were always enough And mom, I met a girl I know what you'll say It sounds rather unlikely We talked and just for a while I could almost have thought She was starting to like me It's funny how cities can make you feel small I'm wondering now why I came here at all And I don't want to know how expensive this call has become So I'd better go in, mom I'd better go - To rerecord you message, press one Or for more options, please, press star
Writer(s): James Anthony John Barne, Christopher Charles Westray Buchan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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