This Is Just a Modern Rock Song

Emma tried to run away

I followed her across the city

She went out to the Easterhouse

Because she liked the sound of it

She didn't have a single penny

She stuck a finger in the air

She tried to flag down an aeroplane

I suppose she needs a holiday

I put my arm around her waist

She put me on the ground with Judo

She didn't recognise my face

She wasn't even looking

Laura's feeling just ideal

Her horoscope was nearly perfect

She's thinking of something to do

Because she is The Birthday Girl

She walked out to the edge of town

She saw me lying in the park

She took Emma by the hand

They've got a lot in common

I'll leave them to do what they want

I'll leave them to do what they need to

I'll go and play with words and pictures

I'll admit I'm feeling strange

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky

I'm not as clever as Mark Twain

I'll only buy a book for the way it looks

And then I stick it on the shelf again

Now I could tell you what I'm thinking

But it never seems to do you good

It's beyond me what a girl can see

I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs

This is just a modern rock song

This is just a sorry lament

We're four boys in corduroys

We're not terrific but we're competent

Stevie's full of good intentions

Richards into rock'n 'roll

Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin

That he has to leave the house at all

This is just a modern rock song

This is just a tender affair

I count three four and then we start to slow

Because a song has got to stop somewhere