two, three, four



I left you on the debris

at the Sunday morning market

you were sorting through the odds and ends

you was looking for a bargin



I heard your footsteps at the front door

and that old familiar love song

'cause you knew you'd find me waiting there

at the top of the stairs



I wouldn't of went back

just to see how far it was

and you looked shocked to tell me

but I had to love her myself



there's more trouble at the depot

with the general workers union

and they said they'll never change a thing

well, they won't fight and their not working



oh you was my hero

hell you are my good friend

I've been there and back

and I know how far it is



but I left you on the Debris

now we both know you got no money

and I wonder what you would have done

without me hanging around