Walking down the road to the island
Everybody waits for the bus
Looking at the streets they are all shinny
Mesmerised reflections of shops
Now we're here the party has started
Records play and their all happy
Stomachs full of booze and of sandwich
Cigarettes are good at the time
But not now
Now
Auntie died and uncle left later
Someone else moved into the house
None of needed to back there
Death had forced us all to move on
Years later we went for a visit
Houses had all been to dust
Now the road is locked by the council
Memories will still carry on
Sixties gone
Gone