The moon went behind a petro-chemical plant
I had a feeling I didn't understand
I was shivering on crutches
More dead than alive
It was Christmas 1985

It was the night they let me out of the home
It was the night I caught the bus on my own
And the city slithered past the windows
Like a film that was only just beginning

I was so excited I nearly missed my stop
It was quarter to ten, I was hopelessly lost
I arrived pretty late, but you didn't seem to mind
We are not the first, but we are golden tonight
Like two little children under the covers
Adrift in the night with the universe above us
And I'll be the dad and you be the mum
And we'll make out we know what it is that we've done
But whatever it is, I know, that it's only just beginning

Trying so, so hard to act just like a grown up
And it's so, so hard
And we're hoping that we don't get shown up
'Cause everybody wants to grow up

Finally part of the new generation
Finally part of the pub conversation
And somehow this leads to mature life decisions
Like the one that I heard of from Jeremy Sissons
Who said he, he moved near the motorway
'Cause it was good for commuting
And I laughed in his face because I, I thought he was joking
But then I, I looked in his eyes and I saw he was not joking
No, he was trying

Trying so, so hard to act just like a grown up
And it's so, so hard
And we're hoping that we don't get shown up
'Cause everybody's got to grow up

Everybody?
Are you sure?

So you move from Camden out to Hackney
And you stress about wrinkles instead of acne
And you forget about Tina, get in a bad mood
And buy a computer and soon it will be time for some more food

And later that first night
I had a dream that a new planet had been discovered
And through powerful telescopes, we could see the inhabitants
And they seemed to be having a really good time
So we built a rocket and I was on it
They put us in a state of suspended animation
For the duration of the journey
And when we landed on this distant planet, we all woke up
And discovered that we'd all lost our memory
And we looked back at the planet we'd just come from
And everyone there seemed to be having a really good time
But we couldn't return
Because the rocket no longer had enough fuel left in it
Why am I telling you this story?
I don't remember

Why did Mowgli decide to come out of the jungle?
To play doctors and nurses and aunties and uncles
And cavaliers and round heads and tarts and vicars
Playing all night to get in somebody's Knickers
And I am not ageing, no, I am just ripening
And life's too short to drink bad wine and that's frightening
And it's nearly sunset and we haven't had lunch yet
And I'm sorry for asking, but are we having fun yet?

So, so hard to act just like a grown up
And it's so, so hard
And we're hoping that we don't get shown up
'Cause nobody wants to grow up

One last sunset, one final blaze of glory
And I know it's all about the journey
Not the final destination, but what if you get travel sick
Before you've even left the station?