There's no mistake, I smell that smell
  It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
  The clocks go back, railway track
  Something blocks the line again
  And the train runs late for the first time
    A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red
  Where I heard the news for the first time
    And all the friends lay down the flowers
  Sit on the banks and drink for hours
  Talk of the way they saw him last
  Local boy in the photograph
  Today
    He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
  Past the place they found his clothing
    There's no mistake, I smell that smell
  It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
  The clocks go back, railway track
  Something blocks the line again
  And the train runs late for the first time
  Today
    And all the friends lay down the flowers
  Sit on the banks and drink for hours
  Talk of the way they saw him last
  Local boy in the photograph
  Today
    He's gone away