I remember nights when we were young. They weren't very good they were rubbish. Running round High Royds isn't fun. Just teenagers testing their courage. Standing outside nightclubs in the snow. Is not very cool or impressive. They let in all the girls from the year below. No need for I.D's with those dresses. Got news from afar. From a girl who knows who we are. She's still got my dinner money. She can keep it. Never had a fight that we haven't lost. We're not very tough or athletic. Once I had a boxing champ in a headlock. And when he gets out I'll regret it. Got keys to a car. Picked up a girl from Boston Spa. For fast food and the cinema. It's not worth it. Got word from down south. Well he had heard about it word of mouth. Haven't much stayed in touch. Since High Royds. Let it go and let it go. And if I'm wrong then I won't know. 'Cause no one's gonna tell me but a friend. But he has gone and Ian's gone. And everybody went along. And nobody was left here in the end. Got news from uncle Hugh. Through a second cousin once removed. It's too late there's a housing estate. It's called High Royds. Got a text from an ex. She wants to know when we're in London next. "And will you write a song about me?". I don't think so