More Info Throwin' pictures out the window scattered by the way the wind blows
Bye bye baby that's the last I'll see of you
Shoebox full of old love letters I'll tear each one till I feel better
And I won't look back 'cause I don't like the view
What my heart needs now is rest so I'm packing up and I'm headed west
My mind's made up I put it to the test
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
