Letra de Progress

When I was little When I was a child I couldn't wait to be seven Didn't want to be five There were girls and jokes I couldn't get yet The jokes aloof The girls were over my head When I was little When I was a child I couldn't wait to be seven Didn't want to be five There were girls and jokes I couldn't get yet The jokes aloof The girls were over my head So easily done That it couldn't be taught Don't be embarrassed Don't give it a thought She pulled up in a lay by Near my house She undid her seatbelt But she did not get out And it was so slow It was so slow And it was so slow It was so slow Somewhere to get to Somewhere to go I'm taking the train Not a bus or a boat Leaving from Paddington Feels so grand Like your journey matters And a change is at hand This country's good But it's not mine Old red blood On a new brown sign Purple gorse On a mountainside We can walk We can make great strides And it was so slow It was so slow And it was so slow It was so slow This country's good But it's not mine Old red blood On a new brown sign Purple gorse On a mountainside We can walk We can make great strides, oh Oh, and it was so slow And it was so slow And it was so slow And so slow