Growing up on the outskirts of town 
To the sound of ice cream vans and flight paths above 
And we raced on bikes through the streets after dark 
Till that girl got knocked down by a Volkswagen car 
And she stayed inside as she started to heal 
As the cinema closed and the theatre closed too 
And I'd later run through the high street at night 
Past the charity shops and the flashing blue lights on the outskirts of town 
Endless Threads was a shop on my road 
Opened in autumn, by winter it's closed 
As it found no favour with home-made designs 
As the kids wait on platforms for city-bound trains 
And the girl with the bike moved in over the shop 
Opened the boxes the owners forgot and their 
Faded plans for a cinema club 
Simply gathering dust with the discounted clothes 
And a handwritten note, with the words… 
"To whomever this letter might find 
Here's the last of my dreams on the outskirts of town 
I'm in love with the smiles on pedestrian streets 
But I've fallen for something that's out of my reach 
And I guess the anonymous city's for me 
And I guess I'm naïve if I think I'll survive on the outskirts of town" 
And I understand, I can see the bright lights in your eyes 
And she folds the note, puts it back in the box 
Hands in the clothes to the charity shops 
And she leaves her bike on some railings unchained 
And then waits on a bench for a city-bound train on the outskirts of town