"Wednesday Overcast" lyrics

I heard you were back in the country
Looking for me
That your heart was broken
And your head was clean

Down here on the carpet
Of stale smoke and witch dreams
Motel and Carr Mill
Empty stomach of weed
Left me a note, explaining
Reasons for your leave

St-stuck here, no answers
No peace

A train to the coast
Four hours, once a week
In the pub corner
Surrounded by creeps
They spoke of the violence
And racist police
In old red bricks
And ten cups of tea
This place was forgotten
From history

I lay in silence
Before we arrange to meet
The mirror was small
And behind lots of trees

My head was empty
My life was discreet

A lot has changed
Now a lot means to me