Bird’s Eye View

What was old once was new
What’s lying derelict once stood straight, proud and true
Taking a bird’s eye view
Life goes on with a song

Well maybe with a lick of paint
You might not think my head is on straight
I would be lying if I told you the truth
What was old once was new
Taking a bird’s eye view

What stands ugly and mean
Awaiting demolition day was once the start of somebody’s dream
Now the sun shines through the broken glass
The bike for the birthday boy
He’s left it now, he’s gone away

And the lilac wallpaper once brought home
And hung with patience and care
Now there’s nobody there
What was old once was new
Taking a bird’s eye view

On the draughtsman’s board this looked like a dream
Modern housing pitched like tents around a village green

What was old once was new
Taking a bird’s eye view

Taking a bird’s eye view
I’ll pack my wings and get out of here
There’s nothing else that I can do
What was old once was new
Taking a bird’s eye view