Real Gone Kid

'Cos I'd tear out the pages
That I've got in these books
Just to find you some words
Just to get some reward
And I'll show you all the photographs
That I ever got took
And I'll play you old forty-fives
That now mean nothing to me

And you're a real gone kid
And maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
I'll do what I should have did

Now I've stood on your shadow
And I've watched it grow
And it's shaken and it's driven me
And let me know let me know let me know let me know
About all the old forty-fives
And the paperback rooms
And it's scattered all the photographs
Of summers and suns

And you're a real gone kid
And maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
I'll do what I should have did
'Cos you're a real
Gone
Kid

Cried and I craved
Hoped and I saved
And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs
I cried and I craved
Hoped and I saved
And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs

You're a real gone kid
And maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now baby
(Maybe now baby)
I'll do what I should have did
'Cos you're a real
Gone
Kid oh

'Cos you're a real
Gone
Kid
You're a real
Gone
Kid
(Do what I should have done)
'Cos you're a real
Gone
Kid
(Do what I should have done)
'Cos you're a real
Gone
Kid
You're a real
Gone
Kid