Shannon Road

Plain-clothes police are breathing

Down the necks of those who are creeping

And I’m driving away from Saturday night

And I’m going past the top of your street again tonight

And the streetlights they flicker on and off

On and off on and off

It’s the Shannon Road silent disco

Someone’s burning his old wardrobe on the green

And all the kids are laughing

Barefooted on the grass

And the cold is coming in it’s September again

And the streetlights they flicker on and off

On and off on and off

It’s the Shannon Road silent disco

You’re not here anymore you’re not here anymore

And all the apples on the tree in the garden that was yours

Are all falling to the floor

Because you’re not here anymore you’re not here anymore

And the streetlights they still flicker on and off

On and off on and off