On a cold day, on an old day On the desolate side of town It's a true thought, not a new thought That everything leads you down To a hard place, to a scarred place Knowing that's all you see Nobody knows 'cause nobody goes To Seventy-Five on Sea In the hard rain, hear the old strain All but the worst is gone To a new place, from that old space Tattered and tired and torn Days grow long here, just be strong here Knowing how it must be Nobody knows and nobody shows At Seventy-Five on Sea Here's where the money went Here's where the truth was bent, scheming Down by the harbourside Scattering lives aside, screaming Still a cold day, new or old day In that desperate part of town It's an old thought, often told thought That every road takes you down To the dark place, to the stark place Willing it not to be That nobody knows so nobody goes To Seventy-Five on Sea Nobody goes and nobody shows Nobody shows 'cause nobody knows Nobody knows and nobody goes To Seventy-Five on Sea
