Grey is the path we walked on
The cobbles, the road
Each different, each blending
One into another
In the inadequate light of the day

When I walk by now
I see your ghost
Tall and handsome
Black and blue
Jeans and leather

When I go to the bus
On bleak Saturdays
You are there
Standing by the pub wall
Waiting for me

Soon I shall go 
You will not come with me
I have written our story
I will be free of you