I know about the scar on the middle of your knee
I know sometimes you’re shy, but can be the life and soul of the party
I know about Jane and John
I know about the instrument you put down and didn’t carry on
I know there’s a silver car outside in your street
I know you have a desire to be accepted by the people you meet
I know you had a great change around the age of 12
I know about the secrets you never tell
I know you’ve lived at a house with a number 2
Or maybe it was next-door
It’s hard at the moment for the spirits to come through
Or maybe the house opposite in the road?
Anyway, you try to not complain or moan
But I know you will make a new friend
I know you will come into money to spend
This is a beginning of a new journey with another at an end
One thing for certain is that you’ll be back again.