And if it rains all day. Call on you I'll call on you. Like I used to. Slide down beside and wrap you in stories. Tailored entirely for you. I'll remind you. We exchanged a vow. I love you. I always will. A call girl with yesterday eyes. Was our witness and priest. Stockport supporters club kindly provided a choir. Your vow was your smile. As we move down the isle. Of the last bus home. And this is where I go. Just when it rains. Blinking and stoned. Rain in your hair. You only smoke ‘cause it's something to share. Singing bring on the night. To have and to hold. The sodium light turning silver to gold. Spitfire thin and strung like a violin. I was. Yours was the face with a grace. From a different age. You were the sun in my Sunday morning. You were the sun in my Sunday morning. Telling me never to go. So I'll live on the smile. And move down the isle. Of the last bus home. And if you're running late. This is where I'll go