Salford Sunday

Salford Sunday

Skies are weeping

Dawn is creeping

Through the blind

Salford Sunday

And I'm aching

For the night

I left behind



Salford Sunday

Morning after

Bass drum beating

In my head

Sunday papers

Talking scandal

And a cold

Side of the bed



For I left

A weeping willow

She should be

Lying on my pillow

If I wasn't

Such a hard nose

Such a perfect

Waste of time



Salford Sunday

And I'm dreaming

And it's all

In black and white

I do better

When I'm dreaming

Better than

I did last night



Salford Sunday

And I'm walking

Though the rain

Is pelting down

There's a train goes

Back to London

Hate to leave

This ugly town



For I left

A weeping willow

She should be

Lying on my pillow

If I wasn't

Such a hard nose

Such a perfect

Waste of time



Salford Sunday

Skies are weeping

Dawn is creeping

Through the blind

Salford Sunday

And I'm aching

For the night

I left behind

For the night

I left behind