by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown



Let's go down to where it's clean

To see the time that might have been.

The tides have carried off the beach.

As you said,

The sun is out of reach.

Let's go back to where it's clean

To see what year it might have been.

The roads have carried off the smiles.

As you said,

To judge them at the trials.

Let's go back to now that's bad

To see the time we might have had.

The rails have carried off the trains.

As you said,

I'll never come again, again, again, again