Bill Ryder-Jones
1991
I was throwing stones
With a friend of mine
I heard someone scream
"Someone's fallen in"
Then a mother cried
"That boy is my son!"
1991

There was bangs and bells
And the seas were rough
You shook someones hand
Though it did not go
Then I fell asleep
In the backseat
Driving through the storm
That was '91
1991
1991