Tilbrook-Braide We'd play around on the bombsite at the bottom of our street We could always find a way in through the rusty iron sheets We'd stay as late as we could, till we were hungry Life was such a great adventure, we were best friends, Ray & me, Ray & me. Ray lived with his big sister and his mum who was so kind His father smoked like a chimney and his brother would lose his mind If we touched his records or found his magazines We had but we weren't that bothered, we were too young, Ray & me, Ray & me. My mum was scared of her shadow but she always did love me My brother had married early after Dad left finally We'd get the bus to Woolwich to buy our food each week It was always more appealing playing outside, Ray & me, Ray & me. The dusk unwound into darkness and we sat outside and dreamt In big theatrical whispers what we thought that it all meant We talked about the future, how growing up would be We were doubled up in laughter imagining ourselves, Ray & me, Ray & me. Ray's home was bought by the council and the bombsite cleared away Now through the heart of my childhood is a six lane motorway We would always be mates and take in turn each week The journeys that became less frequent to each other, Ray & me, Ray & me. Ray & me, Ray & me Ray & me, Ray & me. I did a gig in east London that Ray came along to see He gave me his phone number which I lost, which is just like me.