Los días pasados por venir

[Aunque esto no es la costa brava, hoy parece uno de esos días.
He querido subir este vídeo antes, pero el día no llega.
Me rindo, no volveré a tener 17 nunca más.]

I never saw it as the start
It's more a change of heart
Rapping on the windows,
Whistling down the chimney pot
Blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot
I laid my plans in solid rock
Stepping through the door like a troubadour
Whiling just an hour away
Looking at the trees on the roadside
Feeling it's a holiday.
You and I should ride the coast
And wind up in our favourite coats just miles away.
Roll a number write another song like Jimmy heard
The day he caught the train.
He sipped another rum and coke and told a dirty joke.
Walking like Groucho sucking on a number 10.
Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in,
I'll miss the crush and I'm home again.
Stepping through the door with the night in store
whiling just an hour away,
Step into the sky in the starbright feeling
It's a brighter day.
You and I should ride the coast
And wind up in our favourite coats just miles away.
Roll a number write another song like Jimmy heard
The day he caught the train.
You and I should ride the tracks
And find ourselves just wading through tomorrow
You and I when we're coming down
We're only getting back
And you know I feel no sorrow.
Woo oh lala, woo oh lala
woo oh lala, woo oh lala
When you find that things are getting wild
Don't you need days like these?

[Ocean Colour Scene, The day we caught the train]