Lyrics

Classicists, purists, clueless tourists
Every day ordinary somehow grand
Tired, lost, lonely
and it’s only 10 am

Sunset view ride to Waterloo
Guitars on the bus get glaring mistrust
Thai food takeaway on tip jar pay
Eating with the gypsies like a nouveau hippie
Feeling alive again

Lifetime adventure something to remember
a lot to forget
Flying high, laying low
Lifetime adventure something to remember
a lot to forget
All this time anxious to go

A rousing chorus sings before us
at the pub behind the Old Vic
Don’t use a plectrum
Can’t strum with them
oh he means a pick, yeah that's it

Classicists, purists, clueless tourists
Once ordinary, now a memory
Flying high, laying low
Departing Heathrow