Grown Ups (Live)

The moon went behind a petro-chemical plant I had a feeling I didn't understand I was shivering on crutches More dead than alive It was Christmas 1985 It was the night they let me out of the home It was the night I caught the bus on my own And the city slithered past the windows Like a film that was only just beginning I was so excited I nearly missed my stop It was quarter to ten, I was hopelessly lost I arrived pretty late, but you didn't seem to mind We are not the first, but we are golden tonight Like two little children under the covers Adrift in the night with the universe above us And I'll be the dad and you be the mum And we'll make out we know what it is that we've done But whatever it is, I know, that it's only just beginning Trying so, so hard to act just like a grown up And it's so, so hard And we're hoping that we don't get shown up 'Cause everybody wants to grow up Finally part of the new generation Finally part of the pub conversation And somehow this leads to mature life decisions Like the one that I heard of from Jeremy Sissons Who said he, he moved near the motorway 'Cause it was good for commuting And I laughed in his face because I, I thought he was joking But then I, I looked in his eyes and I saw he was not joking No, he was trying Trying so, so hard to act just like a grown up And it's so, so hard And we're hoping that we don't get shown up 'Cause everybody's got to grow up Everybody? Are you sure? So you move from Camden out to Hackney And you stress about wrinkles instead of acne Forget about Tina, get in a bad mood And buy a computer and soon it will be tim for some more food And later that first night I had a dream that a new planet had been discovered And through powerful telescopes, we could see the inhabitants And they seemed to be having a really good time So we built a rocket and I was on it They put us in a state of suspended animation For the duration of the journey And when we landed on this distant planet, we all woke up And discovered that we'd all lost our memory And we looked back at the planet we'd just come from And everyone there seemed to be having a really good time But we couldn't return Because the rocket no longer had enough fuel left in it Why am I telling you this story? I don't remember Why did Mowgli decide to come out of the jungle? To play doctors and nurses and aunties and uncles And cavaliers and round heads and tarts and vicars Playing all night to get in somebody's Knickers And I am not ageing, no, I am just ripening And life's too short to drink bad wine and that's frightening And it's nearly sunset and we haven't had lunch yet And I'm sorry for asking, but are we having fun yet? So, so hard to act just like a grown up And it's so, so hard And we're hoping that we don't get shown up 'Cause nobody wants to grow up One last sunset, one final blaze of glory And I know it's all about the journey Not the final destination, but what if you get travel sick Before you've even left the station?