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 
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 Pier had 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