Last night's dinner

(or tea as we call it "up north")

Oh, well these are the days
And this is the life
There'll always be something on your mind
You'll never quite find
Won't you ever make your mind up?

Now, you'll never be sure
If this is the time
If this is the moment, the end of the line
You'll never decide
You used to know but now you've forgotten

Things could be marvellous
Things could be fabulous
Soon

Broudie