The Club of Squandered Youth

The Club of Squandered Youth

Jamie was a gambling man, now he moves like a hurricane

Found his flat cleaned out and trashed, we saw the missing persons page

Last seen in flannel shirt sleeves, turn-ups and steel-capped boots

Outside a pub in Finnieston for the boys of squandered youth

On Thursdays, I’d meet Sally propped up at the bar

Sharing tales of wild adventures and dreams of going far

Stuck in the same old stories with a pint and fading truth

And an old song for the lonely hearts in the club of squandered youth

And everywhere I've been looking for signs

Hieroglyphics in my coffee or symbols in the sky

And the wail of the sirens through the night

As the rain beats down on every roof

I'll meet you back in Glasgow at the club of squandered youth

They both tried online dating, it was a casual swipe right

Found love in careless late nights and a drunken petty fight

They named their firstborn Betty, the screams shook the neighbourhood

A child of nature raised in fear of her parents' squandered youth

I know you, I've seen you here before

The truth can't find you when you walk through these double doors

So take a seat and lose yourself with a lifetime membership

Forget about tomorrow 'cause you don’t need it

And everywhere I've been looking for signs

Hieroglyphics in my coffee or symbols in the sky

And the wail of the sirens through the night

As the rain beats down on every roof

And everywhere I've been looking for signs

Hieroglyphics in my coffee or symbols in the sky

And the wail of the sirens through the night

Take a left on Southpark Avenue

I'll meet you back in Glasgow at the club of squandered youth

I'll meet you back in Glasgow at the club of squandered youth

I'll meet you back in Finnieston at the club of squandered youth