Local Boy in the Photograph Lyrics

There's no mistake I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
Clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
Pebble beach we're underneath a pier
Just been painted red
Where I hear 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 lastlocal boy in the photograph
Today he'll alwasy be twenty-three
Yet the train runs on and on past the place they found his clothing