For love nor London will I stray
For love nor Waterloo would I pray to be anywhere else
The man opposite says something-or-rather
He's readng The Standard to his elderly mother
When he was younger I guess he was me
And when she was younger she was younger than he is now
For love nor London will I stray
For love nor Liverpool Street will I make my way anywhere but home
His mother remembers him without that beard
Or the mass of bald scalp that abruptly appeared when he was in his late 20s
But I'm just speculating
In her head he's in his babygrow
In her eyes he didn't even grow
Where did her baby go?
For love nor London will I stray
For love nor Primrose Hill for a day would I ever give up this home
Love love nor London will I stray
For love nor Notting Hill in the rain could I disregard the city
Everyone here's the same
Crammed in to carriages on a Central Line train
We've come from the same place
We'll grow up and go to the same place
London
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023