The Sound of the Surf

We hit the bank in Kings Street
Walked in with shooters and masks
And from the way in to the getaway
Ah you could tell that we were popular lads

They hit Bob with a parking cone
Eddie split I don’t know where
Left me running away with the money bags
I don’t know how I got outa there

I hitched a ride on a rocky old boat
Went overboard at Boulogne
I made a deal with a fisherman
I drove his truck from there to the Dordogne

At Bordeaux I exchanged the cash
With a man who deals in currency there
I flew from Spain on Iberia
To the edge of South America

Where the sound of the surf
Rolls in my ears
Bringin’ me a peace
I ain’t had in forty-five years
Say hello
To the people I know
From the south side, north side of Pimlico Road
Tell ‘em all the sun’s shining here
I should know
‘Cos I’m not going home

All my friends are from the bad side of town
We grew up in hard times it’s true
We were stealing dreams
Stretching the seams
Turning every pound into two
Oh but my limited skills
With a short steel pin
Led to a break in or two
But I never got caught
‘Cos I got well taught
“Do unto others, before they do you”

And once or twice
When the rain falls down
And the winds starts whipping the sea
In those rare moments
When the girls are gone
I think of my life
And what used to be

While the sound of the surf
Rolls in my ears
Bringin’ me a peace
I ain’t had in forty-five years
Say hello to the people I know
From the south side, north side of Pimlico Road
Tell ‘em all the sun’s shining here
They should know
That I’m not going home
Oh no, I’m not going home
Not going home, oh no
Not going home, I know
I’m not going home
No way, oh no
I’m not going home