Half a mile to go
All dressed in yellow
Swinging your racquet like Navratilova
Over the five-arch bridge
Along the verge of the main road
Half a mile to go
You were high on being alone
You were high on being old enough to walk home
For the first time
(Half a mile to go)
For the first time
(Half a mile to go
For the first time)
(Half a mile to go
Did you make it past the oak and the boortree
To where the wheat stalks the copse on the hill?
Did you spy big barn where the road bends round?
And were the finches charming you?
And were you singing?
Were you singing "Poor Old Johnny Ray"?
You were high ...
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
But it was no good
You were high ...
And the trucks still roll by
(Tweed runs to the ocean)
All dressed in yellow
Swinging your racquet like Navratilova
Over the five-arch bridge
Along the verge of the main road
Half a mile to go
You were high on being alone
You were high on being old enough to walk home
For the first time
(Half a mile to go)
For the first time
(Half a mile to go
For the first time)
(Half a mile to go
Did you make it past the oak and the boortree
To where the wheat stalks the copse on the hill?
Did you spy big barn where the road bends round?
And were the finches charming you?
And were you singing?
Were you singing "Poor Old Johnny Ray"?
You were high ...
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes
How we raked through the hedges and ditches
But it was no good
You were high ...
And the trucks still roll by
(Tweed runs to the ocean)