i'm not going to sit here and lie and list
all the many ways
about how i will supposedly love you
till the end of days.
because i think that we both know in twenty eight
and a half years time
that i won't be yours and you probably won't be mine.
but yesterday, today and probably tomorrow,
this little one will find it hard to find sorrow.
yesterday, today and probably tomorrow.
middleton to withington, middleton and back,
is more than enough to make
the average middletonian crack.
so i will stand outside the travelodge
and bite my tongue,
your best friends look me up and done
and i'll write the song.
yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
this little one will find it hard to find sorrow.
yesterday, today and probably tomorrow.
will they be there on tuesday nights,
running the bath and turning out the lights?
will they be there on thursday afternoons,
to welcome you home from euston platform eight
heart shaped balloons? no.
yesterday, today and probably tomorrow.