Took a drink from the bottle in my coat. I can smell it now like it was yesterday. The cold November winds biting round those Bradford streets. Going downtown to the club where your band used to play. Well the years go by and the choices come. We fall by the wayside one by one. Ch: And there's nobody left but you now. There's nobody left but you. Stevie he was always just the quiet one. Got married got buried the way that people do. Came back ten years later tried to make up he was still young. With all the drugs and the girls and the stuff he thought he should have had. But you your monsters became your friends. And you'll carry them with you till the bitter end. Ch: And there's nobody left but you now . .. Only you only you. Somehow you survived well I don't know how. And you still burn the same maybe a little slower now. You remember the winter of '79 and going down in the rain to the Royal Standard to watch the Ruts play?