Joan Of Arc - Jamie T

From the Hamilton to the A3

She must have been about 17 going on 18

They used to want to charge her at the overpass

Cigarettes taste best when they taste like daydreams

But the days are long gone now

But she still looks back

Back to the first ever boy she loved

And didn’t love her back

My Joan of Arc

Her?

in my bed

Those three kind words

She never heard said

I was caravans, bands, cans and backseats

She was more diazepam, trams, tans and spreadsheets

Looking back then we both laugh

Funny how you never give a fuck when you’re 20

But she was alone then

And it still makes her mad

How the boys use to lead her on

Just to get in her pants

My Joan of Arc

Her?

in my bed

Her lonely heart

Can find it hard to forgive and forget

The love she once had

Would run as soon as he read

Those three kind words

She never heard said

So from the anagrams to the flat keys

Spend most of our time now counting back from 30

My old mate Terry just got discharged

At her majesty’s pleasure he was never that cosy

But these older days we know now

That they’re not all that

They’re some of the best weather days

That I’ll ever have

My Joan of Arc

Her?

in my bed

Her lonely heart

Can find it hard to forgive and forget

The love she once had

Would run as soon as he read

Those three kind words

She never heard said