Heatwave

Meet me on the wastelands - later this day We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place We'll sit amongst the rubber tires Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac People have no use for - amongst the smoldering embers of yesterday And when or if the sun shines Lighting our once beautiful features We'll smile but only for seconds For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life A brave but useless show of compassion And that is forbidden in this drab and colorless world Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities Councils call homes And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles We'll sit and probably hold hands And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it Tumble and fall - tumble and falling Like our lives - like our lives Just like our lives We'll talk about the old days When the wasteland was release when we could play And think - without feeling guilty Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands Tumble and fall - tumble and falling Like our lives - like our lives Exactly like our lives --- Heatwave - The Jam