Kings Road Ghosts - Deaf Havana

I drove my car along the old bus route to my parents house today

And on the way I saw the places I once loved begin to fade

The recreation ground I knew so well have been replaced

With worn out football pitches and tennis courts and empty space

I miss the days I used to know I had a place

And all the friends I thought I loved weren’t far way

Before I lost my way, and these streets still knew my name

I miss the days when I knew I had a place, a place in everything

Now there’s ghosts in the eyes of the checkout girls and the boys who run the

bars

Who 5 years ago were aspiring artists or poets with guitars

We wore our hearts so far down our sleeves that we lost them day to day

But this place isn’t the same you see, and these streets don’t feel like home

to me

I miss the days I used to know I had a place

And all the friends I thought I loved weren’t far way

Before I lost my way, and these streets still knew my name

I miss the days when I knew I had a place, a place in everything

I parked the car and made my way down, closer to the sea

I inhaled the summer breeze and I felt free

I forgot how much I missed the way, the sun lit up the east coast bays

And made the north sea come alive

And at night we’d pass the lighthouse by on the way to drown ourselves in

illegal wine

And we’d stay awake until the morning cars went by

With nothing but bus fare and a smile

I couldn’t help but smile