It was down the track behind your house
i'd split some rosehips and put the seeds down your blouse
being a tender, wordless moment you thought you'd speak
and you declared your undying love
and it was just that for four whole weeks

for the first week i had a kind of airsickness from being permanently off the ground
but i got over this by holding your hand tighter to keep my weightless body down
now in the second week I began to show you off around school
and i wrote your name on my bag and carved it on my desk too
yeah that had to be a sign, an indelible seal
proof, if proof were needed, that this love was real
and by week three i was dabbling in poetry even though your name was a devil to rhyme
and despite the fact that my freer verse never captured the severity of the time
and although a fifteen year olds' vocabulary is artless, pompous, selfish
back then i absolutely knew that i meant it
when i think back to those days it's you you you that i miss
first loves and all that....how did it come to this?

if you're in town (look me up)
i want to catch up on (what what)
what you've been doing for the last fifteen years
so if you're in town (look me up)

oh you were the brightest stream and you only had to ask me
and i'd go on at length about our future in the green grass
see us running side by side together - lots of future, lots of past
no work, no worry, no struggle...i knew it was going to last

oh if you're in town (look me up)
i want to catch up on (what what)
what have you been doing for the past fifteen years
if you're in town (look me up)
if you're in town (look me up)
if you're in town (look me up)
if you're in, if you're in...(look me up)
yeah if you're in town (look me up)