Take a seat at the tableI'll bring the drinks to youSit upstairs by the windowsillSo we've got the viewIt's been a while since I've been hereNow that we've both left homeFor city lights and expensive pintsAnd pockets full of goldOr that's how we thought it would beMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeSo how the hell is the real world?Is the job well paid?I heard your sister's a doctor now,And your mum has moved awayDo they still remember me?My coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeDid you burn that scrapbook full of all the things you made me keep?Like a kind of bible for the stupid kids we used to beDid you ask how I'm doing?I s'pose I'm not too badIt's been a long time since we've done thisAnd there's a million reasons I can give for thatI don't want to make you feel badMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go homeMy coffee's getting cold, and now I think I wanna go home