There ain’t nothing back in London that can’t wait another year or two You can take my seat and tell ‘em I ain’t coming back to you Don’t forget to tell I was surely out on call The last time you saw me at the mall
Don’t mention ‘bout my broken car and what you saw in shadowland Don’t say flaky worn out shoes just tell ‘em I was doing grand I had the best intentions, I got caught by the law The last time you saw me at the mall
Now, boy, it’s all been such an irony Losing all the fire in me It’s my belief I started out too soon But things are moving faster I can see my small disaster Was a consequence of reaching too often for the moon
So I lay down at the alter of another man’s sweet daughter And lost peripheral vision and became somewhat regarded As an object of derision with my soul laid out on bail The last time you saw me at the mall