Carl Eaton - The Backhouse Lyrics

In the days when different was a good thing to be
We were so alive, we were young, we were free
We knew everyone, life was just for fun
Come the weekend, there was only one place to be

We all dressed the same, carrying the flame

In The Backhouse, we would hang out
Time was on our side and everything was going our way
The jukebox playing, the room was swaying
Drinking till the sunrise, watching night-time turn into day

Times were tight but nothing seemed to get in our way
I would fall in love with someone new every day
It was good to be part of history
Our time had come and we had something to say

Fashion dominates, music liberates

In The Backhouse, we would hang out
Time was on our side and everything was going our way
The jukebox playing, the room was swaying
Drinking till the sunrise, watching night-time turn into day

And you could feel it in the air, the lights and smoke would guide us there
And as we'd dance upon floor, we would be crying out for more, so much more

When I hear those songs, they bring a tear to my eyes
And it breaks my heart when I begin to realise

The times we thought would last are three decades in the past

In The Backhouse, we would hang out
Time was on our side and everything was going our way
The jukebox playing, the room was swaying
Drinking till the sunrise, watching night-time turn into day"