For the rest of my days I spend like the head of a match Lying in this ashtray And chasing smoke rings that I'll never catch When the smell becomes too much My neighbours will enter my home Find me in an easy chair Dead, penniless and alone If we knew how it would end would we have started? Would we have wasted that night in Waterloo? The first time you said you loved me We were only seventeen And no one gives a fuck what that means It only took two short months For us to forget the cold We come from that northern valley Where the easteners Call it their own While sitting in the back of the car We'd try to catch the steam from our mouths And you can still find me there Waiting for the days to run out If we knew how it would end would we have started? Would we have wasted that night in Waterloo? The first time you said you loved me We were only seventeen And no one gives a fuck what that means