Heaven's living in the aftershine
The thoughts we had when you are mine
The unbelievers fall behind
They weren't invited anyway

We'll search beneath the hedgerows
To occupy our time and so
I'll ask you if you have to go
And you'll say maybe not today

It was never plainly meant to be
But idiot is part of me
And partly parting's wait and see
I wonder what you'd say

But now the mornings seem to choke
On cigarrettes and puffs of smoke
I knew you'd say before you spoke
And said you couldn't stay
I wasn't invited anyway.