Fields of fire that passed the train
The sky is victorious but [bad word] the rain
Friday is taking me home again,
And Ive nothing but you on my mind.

Grass is greener without the pain,
I think that Im changing but Im just the same
My sun is a ascending again
And Ive nothing but you on my mind

Sometimes I feel like Im glad to be free,
Sometimes I still want your arms around me
Sometimes Im glad to have left you behind,
The crazy english summer has put you back on my mind.

Lifes a riot a lover a friend,
Pity the day that it has to end
 [bad word] speed me home again,
Ive nothing but you on my mind.

Sometimes I feel like Im fine on my own,
Fifty thousand miles from home.
Sometimes Im weak and the past is my guide,
Summer returns and puts you back on my mind