John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
John Squire
Oh how the night shines
On pale blue cotton collar
Hope your wife don't mind
These late night speeding callers
Bye bye baby
I never heard you call
Bye bye baby
I never heard you call
There used to be a boy who loved you
He held your oily hand
Do you think he knew your secret
Or was he too young to understand
Bye bye baby
I never heard you call
Bye bye baby
I came here to break your fall
Could you be looking for someone
The mold from which I was cast
Didn't stop for your council
Your food, water or gas
Bye bye baby
I never heard you call
Bye bye baby
I came here to end it all
Gas was written by John Squire.
Gas was produced by John Squire.