Chippenham

The drooping flag

The smell of old times;

The sounds of Van Dyke and football games;

Dogs walking men

And thoughts of moving friends

And you're still here, when I've

I've been gone for/four years

Swimming pools, poker nights, I'll drive my dad's car;

I'll mow the lawn, when laundry's out of the basket

Don't forget about school...

And you're not here anymore

I've been walking around looking for

You, or somebody new

It'll be snowing soon