I left town on the six o'clock train
Seeing my reflections as it washed down the drain
My life in ruins and my hair was in a mess
The Sunday papers-but I'd just lost interest

Now there's a pain when I walk
But it doesn't compare to the pain when we used to talk
We made a trade of love and wi
Our favourite songs and a few narcotics

Wrong time, wrong place
But the best way possible
In one hour I aged
but in the best possible taste

I didn't touch the ground or my food
It's the least I could do for someone like you
Was it the first time you'd ever kissed
Without thinking 'bout your shopping list?

You were first for what it's worth
That was preferable to a funeral But only just
When you saw me wave goodbye this afternoon
I wasn't waving. I was drowning

Wrong time, wrong place
But in the best way possible
In one hour I aged but in the best possible taste.