THIS IS JUST A MODERN ROCK SONG


Emma tried to run away
I followed her across the city
She went out to the easter house [?]
Cause she liked the sound of it

She didn't have a single penny
She stuck a finger in the air
She's trying to flag down an aeroplane
I suppose she needs a holiday

I put my arm around her waist
She put me on the ground with judo
She didn't recognise my face
She wasn't even looking

Laura's feeling just ideal
Her horoscope was nearly perfect
She's thinking of something to do
Cause she is the birthday girl

She went out to the edge of town
Where she saw me lying in the park
She took Emma by the hand
They've got a lot in common

So I leave them to do what they want
And I leave them to do what they need to
I'll go and play with words and pictures
I'll admit I'm feeling strange 

I'm not as sad as Dostoyevsky
And I'm not as clever as Mark Twain
And I'll only buy a book for the way it looks
And then I'll stick it on the shelf again

Well I could tell you what I'm thinking
But it never seems to do you good
It's beyond me what a girl can see
I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs.

This is just a modern rock song
This is just a sorry lament
We're four boys in our corduroys
We're not terrific but we're competent

Me I'm full of good intentions
Richie's into rock and roll
Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin
If he has to leave the house at all

This is just a modern rock song 
This is just a tender affair
Count three, four, we start to slow
Because a song has got to stop somewhere