Means

A bottle of wine from North East And a hoodie you suggest would warm me Keep my feet on the ground when my head's not around And I can't imagine anyone else for me Walk up the back way of Wood St Getting far up the hill like we would be And my feet feel like God got his message across I don't know how it seems anymore I'm not walking your Means anymore It's too late to tell you I miss ya It's fate and my head is all mixed up I reckon it's true what they said about you I can't help with your needs anymore I'm not walking your Means anymore