Amy

In the garden Capri Suns With Amy and her sister's Golden Virginia In the deckchair Closing up Her paperback Bronte Dark and stormy Mondays Making rain Wasting the days Filling bars Tuning guitars All of our friends are tired Of singing for free, Amy At the press tent Throwing shade With Amy in the folk charts Breaking into three part In a transit Breaking up While weathered old rock stars Advertise fast cars Making rain As we watch from the drain Falling stars Tune their guitars All of our friends are tired Of singing with me and Amy