I've finished drinking
I hardly touch the stuff today
When they ask, 'Same again?'
I shake my head and walk away
I've changed
I don't want these feelings to die
Yeah but it's strange
Though millions of people go by
I’m finding it just a little bit hard to take

They seem to know me
To know the things I have to face
If they could only
Just see the steps I have to trace
And I say
They know why I'm walking this way
But all the same
They're all jumbled memories today

Of flowers by the bedside
Flowers in the wind, and flowers in the rain
Flowers by the graveside
Flowers on the rose that flowers in your name
But flowers by the roadside
A cellophane bouquet
Are all that I have left of you today

The verge is dirty
The lorry drivers curse out loud
All pushing thirty
Despite the cameras standing proud
Yeah well it’s fine
A choice that they make every day
Across the line
A chance that they take just the same
You’re a memory, just a memory

Of flowers by the bedside
Flowers in the wind, and flowers in the rain
Flowers by the graveside
Flowers on the rose that flowers in your name
But flowers by the roadside
A cellophane bouquet
Are all that I have left of you today