I look down on the town
Its none too pretty
But looking into the past
Was it ever pretty?
The old cobbles don’t think so
A car floats in the canal
Didn’t that used to be mine?
Along with a pram
It floats towards Liverpool
The stone says ‘63 ‘n’ 1/2 miles’ to go
If I wasn’t born in this town
I never would a moved here
But this is my town
And I’m never gunna leave here
The cotton town on the canal
Caught between Leeds and Liverpool (exactly)
I would happily lie down on the cobbles
If I wouldn’t get mugged
I walk past an old factory
Lower windows broken
If I didn’t know better I’d ask
“This used to be somewhere?â€