Where have the years gone?
And what of the faces?
And who but you is left
to remember?
The pub is still crowded
but not like it used to
the taps could be dry
for all the good that it does you
All the old boys are disappearing
and the young ones don’t care for such things
local pride is well & good
at least in theory
the pitch is silent tonight
and nobody’s cheering
Remember the good years
the bad and the worse
and the off colour songs
that had twenty verses
the pub is still crowded
but not like it used to
no one buys you a drink anymore
coz nobody knows you
And all the old boys are disappearing
and the young ones these days don’t care for such things
local pride is well & good
at least it is in theory
the pitch is silent tonight
and nobody’s cheering
And where have the years gone
And what of the faces?
Pretty soon even you won’t
be left to remember
the pub’s been knocked down
the parking lot stands vacant
the trophy is cracked
and the photos are yellow and fading
And it’s all disappearing
there’s nobody left who knows what you mean
local pride is well & good
well, it is in theory
the pitch is silent tonight
and nobody’s cheering
the pitch is silent tonight
and there’s no one to hear me