Real Gone Kid - Deacon Blue

Cause I’d tear out the pages

That I’ve got in these books

Just to find you some words

Just to get some reward

And I’ll show you all the photographs

That I ever got took

And I’ll play your old 45's

That now mean nothing to me

And you’re a real gone kid

And maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

I’ll do what I should have did

Now I’ve stood on your shadow

And I’ve watched it grow

And it’s shaken and it’s driven me

And let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know

About all the old 45s

And the paperback rooms

And it’s scattered all the photographs

Of summers and suns

And you’re a real gone kid

And maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

I’ll do what I should have did

Cause you’re a real, gone, kid

I cried and I craved

Hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs

I cried and I craved

Hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs

You’re a real gone kid

And maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

Maybe now baby (maybe now baby)

I’ll do what I should have did

Cause you’re a real, gone, kid

Cause you’re a real, gone, kid

You’re a real, gone, kid (do what I should have done)

Cause you’re a real, gone, kid (say what I should have said)

You’re a real, gone, kid