(McDonald / McAlinden)
In an ordinary town, a chariot is pulling round
The local stud and beauty queen --
A small pond Venus and kingpin
Charging down the quiet Sunday streets
Shaved-head gangs are standing neon-lit
Nothing could be finer than the summer
It was simply you and me
No ambition to be something new to possibility
Scanning all the heads, searching all the hearts,
Looking out for something that set one apart
Didn't know what I hoped for,
Wordless questions answered tenderly
Success is an elusive goal --
Climbing a grease-covered pole
Mills and foundries derelict,
Skills and trades now obsolete
Headlines carry fears for rising crime
With results of an away match last weekend
Nothing could be finer,
Like new tubers blossoming in the sultry haze
New together, spark to tinder,
Lightning up a hungry blaze
Looking to defy, living to avenge,
A tired empty life to kick against
Through the working week to deserved weekend,
Driven to a life money can't defend
I know what I hoped for when I found you,
You were my beautiful escape
Nothing could be finer than the summer
It was simply you and me
No ambition to be something new to possibility
Nothing could be finer,
Like new tubers blossoming in the sultry haze
New together, spark to tinder,
Lightning up a hungry blaze
Nothing could be finer