Edinburgh

People out in the street tonight
People who don't wanna fight
Then the lights aren't allowed outside anymore
They're told to go behind closed doors
They're only dead to keep the cold out
They're only dead to keep the cold out

Smokey local in the belief
That a stranger would know and respect his seat
Abandoning it for a cigarette
The basis on which I decide to maintain my respect
The basis on which I decide to maintain my respеct

Is that I know too many men like him at home
Thеy come and they come for the music alone
And I know that will be me when I start to feel old
And I know that will be me when I start to feel old

His one pint of dark frothy beer sits sad
When compared with two glasses of red wine
Which place would you rather be?
Which drink would you rather have in your hand?
Which place would you rather be?
Which drink would you rather be drinking?