John he's asleep on the headland
Pushing his dreams my way, he's a better man
Since he cut from The House of the Magicks
He's left that behind but you know how mud sticks
When you're trying to be free
Mary's off from the coast and her old life
Leaving the boys, the arcades and the summertime
She's been holding on to that glimpse of
A colder world where we've been delivered from
All that stops us being free
Lucy, sacred beauty, queen of the suburbs
She's cutting her hair back and spitting out tough words
Doesn't want to live her life on the small stage
No matter how hard I try to get her to stay
Because she makes me feel free
Mary calls Lucy says remember the good times
I'm coming your way, she's singing down the phone line
Lucy got older and coke and a new job
Trying to kick the past out and just get on
‘Cause what's the use in being free?
John fell away, all white robes like Augustine
Three years in that place until he quit the scene
He drifted North where the sun grows real thin
Built himself up to see his satellites spin
That's what I told Mary when she was here
Throwing me thoughts with Blake and a cold beer
Lucy's in the city making it happen
Mystical goddess I need her back and
I wish I was free
Not trapped by work but truly a brave man
Mary took a train to find John if she can
We're all a little lost but we have more than most
I can remember when we all stayed at the coast

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