*[Mid-paced Britpop; bright jangling guitars, melodic bass, a rising chorus]* **[Verse 1]** I used to change at Kirkgate, never leave the bus Now I know the corner where you wait and wave me up The chemist with the broken sign, the off-licence next door The bell that doesn’t work, the stairs up to your floor You open with a tea towel thrown across your shoulder Say, “You should’ve rung—you must be freezing over” I’ve brought a bottle neither of us knows enough about You find two different glasses, pour it out **[Pre-Chorus]** My mates ask where I disappear I say, “Across town” And leave it there **[Chorus]** On your side of town I’m learning my way round The turn beside the laundrette The door with the stubborn latch I used to watch the stops go by Now I’m standing up before mine On your side of town There’s someone looking out for me And I’m looking up to see **[Verse 2]** You take me to the local, introduce me at the bar Someone asks about my jacket, someone asks about my car I say I haven’t got one; you say, “Neither have I” Then steal the seat beside me with a hand upon my thigh Later at the crossing, you’re halfway through a tale The green man starts his blinking, but you’re deep in the detail We miss another chance to cross, you laugh and start again I could have stood there listening till ten **[Pre-Chorus 2]** You ask what time I’m heading back I check my watch Then put it in my bag **[Chorus]** On your side of town I’m learning my way round The turn beside the laundrette The door with the stubborn latch I used to watch the stops go by Now I’m standing up before mine On your side of town There’s someone looking out for me And I’m looking up to see **[Bridge]** You haven’t met my brother yet I haven’t seen you lose your temper We’ve only had a handful of nights There’s plenty left to learn together But when you ask about next week I don’t pretend I’ll have to see I say, “Thursday?” You say, “Stay till Friday” **[Final Chorus]** On your side of town I’m learning my way round You call down from the window I hold the bottle up The bus pulls off behind my back For once, I haven’t thought of that On your side of town There’s someone looking out for me And I’m looking up to see **[Outro]** You buzz me in Before I ring I take the stairs Two at a time
