Being Boring

I came across a cache of old photos And invitations to teenage parties "Dress in white" one said, with quotations From someone's wife, a famous writer In the nineteen-twenties When you're young you find inspiration In anyone who's ever gone And opened up a closing door She said: "We were never feeling bored 'Cause we were never being boring We had too much time to find for ourselves And we were never being boring We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends" And we were never holding back or worried that Time would come to an end When I went I left from the station With a haversack and some trepidation Someone said: "If you're not careful You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for In the nineteen-seventies" But I sat back and looking forward My shoes were high and I had scored I'd bolted through a closing door I would never find myself feeling bored 'Cause we were never being boring We had too much time to find for ourselves And we were never being boring We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends" And we were never holding back or worried that Time would come to an end We were always hoping that, looking back You could always rely on a friend Now I sit with different faces In rented rooms and foreign places All the people I was kissing Some are here and some are missing In the nineteen-nineties I never dreamt that I would get to be The creature that I always meant to be But I thought in spite of dreams You'd be sitting somewhere here with me 'Cause we were never being boring We had too much time to find for ourselves And we were never being boring We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends" And we were never holding back or worried that Time would come to an end We were always hoping that, looking back You could always rely on a friend And we were never being boring We were never being bored 'Cause we were never being boring We were never being bored