When you were younger
Blue eyed boy wonder
Never used to ponder on what life may hide
Now you’re older
the nights are so much colder
Never even told her how you feel inside

You were so proud with your head up in the white clouds
She’d call you so loud but you’d never know
Now that you’re wiser you’d [bad word] her
Every day you’d realise her
But this bird has flown

And you’ve blown out all your candles one by one
And you curse yourself for things you never done

She would wait for you
idolise adore you
love and reassure you you couldn’t let it be
you let it linger
slip on through your fingers
so that september she moved across the sea

how your face dropped
how your heart stopped
sitting at the bus stop when they told you that she’d gone
so [bad word] to the harbour
need to tell her that you love her
as the boat disappears you never felt so alone

‘cause you’ve blown out all your candles one by one
And you curse yourself for things you never done
Where were you when her hour of need [bad word] 
Now you curse yourself for things you never done

Now your grandson blonde haired blue eyed handsome
Calls you up from London and sits and asks you why
So your answer don’t be scared of failure
For the only failure is never to try.