Market Day

[Intro] (Instrumental — jangly guitars establish the groove, bass walks in at bar 4, kit enters at bar 6 with tambourine accent) [Verse 1] Saturday mornings the high street woke up Tables on pavements and crates on the ground Mrs. Patel's fruit stall next to the baker's The smell of hot sausage rolls carrying round Dad gave me a pound and said meet at the clock At twelve on the dot or you'll walk home alone I never was late, though I pushed it some days Buying bootleg tapes from the boy in the corner [Pre-Chorus] Jenny and Clare with their hair up Marcus showing off on his bike The man selling watches with no backing A pound for a knock-off, seemed fair at the time [Chorus] Market day, market day Everyone you knew and nowhere else to be Market day, market day Bag of apples, bag of chips, the whole of Saturday for free Market day, market day Someone's mum would wave and ask about your mum Market day, market day Come on, Coral, we've got miles to run [Verse 2] I don't go back much now except at Christmas Half the stalls have gone, the rest are charity Mrs. Patel retired, the baker's a Costa The boy with the tapes, I hear he's doing fine I sit on the bench by the closed-up arcade Watching the same kids I was watching then Their heads are all down and their thumbs are all going I don't judge, I do the same back home [Pre-Chorus] A thousand friends I'll never meet Sending hearts through empty air A man on my screen who isn't real Selling me a thing I don't need [Chorus] Market day, market day Everyone you knew and nowhere else to be Market day, market day Bag of apples, bag of chips, the whole of Saturday for free Market day, market day Someone's mum would wave and ask about your mum Market day, market day Come on, Coral, we've got miles to run [Bridge] I'm not bitter, I'm just old for my years I scroll as much as anyone I know I just wonder what we traded When we stopped walking through the row The stalls are gone but the feeling's what I'm after The knowing and the being known The Saturday that stretched out like forever The hand that waved and called you home [Final Chorus — with gang vocal backing, organ, tambourine driving] Market day, market day Everyone you knew and nowhere else to be Market day, market day Bag of apples, bag of chips, the whole of Saturday for free Market day, market day Someone's mum would wave and ask about your mum Market day, market day Come on, Coral, we've got miles to run (Come on, Coral) Market day, market day Come on, Coral, we've got miles to run [Outro] (Instrumental — guitars and organ fade over 8 bars, drum pulse slows)