Words and music by roddy frame





I brought you some francs from my travelling chest

You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know i'm the best

So come hogmonay when love comes in slurs

Resolutions i'll make and you can label them 'hers'

We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,

We clicked our heels and spat and swore

We'd never let it die



Chorus:

All those boy wonders

Sold their medals when they saw this train

Now this boy wonders

When he'll feel the fall of honest rain

I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate

Now this boy wonders

Why the words were never worth the wait



I'm waiting, waiting.

In pastel paper pink over grey

We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away

The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.



Dry your tears, tie your tongue and you're never sixteen

And i'll give you a glimpse of the hard and the clean

And my travelling chest will be open to you

And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue



I even asked my best friend but he could not explain

It hit me when i left him

I felt the rain and called it genius,

Called it genius.



Chorus repeat