A New England

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I’m twenty-two now, but I won’t be for long

People ask me, ‘When will you grow up to be a man?’

But all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still

Though I put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill

I don’t feel bad about letting you go

I just feel sad about letting you know

I don’t want to change the world

I’m not looking for a new England

I’m just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me

But that was bloody yesterday

I can’t survive on what you send

Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night

I wished on them but they were only satellites

Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?

I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care