Chess

So long Your sleeves don't fall on your wrists You're all smiles and limb Opened up and wrapped in Red curls Falling on the bathroom sink You cut them off And look like a kid I run around collecting Skipping down Green Lanes You stole a glass again From the pub we play chess in They'll never let us back in We're criminals and boring And we'll never need more than this Day out Riding on the 29 Fleshing out the storyline Pointing at for sale signs As if golds aren't twenty a pack We'll never get our money and our breath back We'll never hit the fast track Skipping down Green Lanes You stole a glass again From the pub we play chess in They'll never let us back in We're criminals and boring And we'll never need more We're driving on the West Coast Gàidhlig radio We love everything that we don't know Paris, Texas Next exit I'm home and I'll never need more than this