Round the Corner

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[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 1]
You said "it's just round the corner, mate"
So we followed you out through the wet and the wait
Pints turned warm and the legs got blurred
We passed five pubs on your confident word

Still certain though, "one more block, I swear"
You checked no map but you checked your hair
The barman winked like he'd seen it all
"Is this it?" I asked.

"Close enough, pal!"

[Chorus 1]
God was meant to be there, just round the bend
By the dodgy sign or the road that ends
But we found a booth and we made it sing
With the wrong kind of beer and the right kind of sin
He never showed, the night went on without Him
We drank what we had and we didn't doubt it
God was meant to be there, just out of sight
But the wrong place felt right

[Verse 2]
One AM, and the crusts went cold
The pepperoni curled, the ham looked cursed
You said "mate, it tastes like regret in grease"
I said "that's theology in a slice with cheese"

The pavement tilted. Shopfronts buzzed.
Neon blinked on a puddle of us.
Back at the hotel, the key wouldn't catch
We laughed at the wall
And called it a match.

[Chorus 2]
God was meant to be there, pint in hand
With a jukebox gospel and a covers band
But the night got loud and the round came fast
And you ordered another like nothing had passed
The glass still full when you started to speak
About somewhere better the following week
God was meant to be there, just round the bend
But you were already planning the next dead end

[Bridge]
Next day's suit stank of smoke and prayer
We pitched our souls in a swivel chair
The client grinned like he knew our file
Said: you found your God in the minibar aisle.

[music break after bridge]

[Final Chorus]
God was meant to be there, next to the gin
In the glow of a pub we never went in
But He trailed our steps through the night's slow fight
In the wrong pizza place and the awful light
Not in the stars or the psalms we fake
Just the city's mess and the choices we make
God was meant to be there, but He curled up instead
Quiet, in a pissed-up friend

[Outro]
Round the corner, mate
Round the corner

[fade-out]

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© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 1] You said "it's just round the corner, mate" So we followed you out through the wet and the wait Pints turned warm and the legs got blurred We passed five pubs on your confident word Still certain though, "one more block, I swear" You checked no map but you checked your hair The barman winked like he'd seen it all "Is this it?" I asked. "Close enough, pal!" [Chorus 1] God was meant to be there, just round the bend By the dodgy sign or the road that ends But we found a booth and we made it sing With the wrong kind of beer and the right kind of sin He never showed, the night went on without Him We drank what we had and we didn't doubt it God was meant to be there, just out of sight But the wrong place felt right [Verse 2] One AM, and the crusts went cold The pepperoni curled, the ham looked cursed You said "mate, it tastes like regret in grease" I said "that's theology in a slice with cheese" The pavement tilted. Shopfronts buzzed. Neon blinked on a puddle of us. Back at the hotel, the key wouldn't catch We laughed at the wall And called it a match. [Chorus 2] God was meant to be there, pint in hand With a jukebox gospel and a covers band But the night got loud and the round came fast And you ordered another like nothing had passed The glass still full when you started to speak About somewhere better the following week God was meant to be there, just round the bend But you were already planning the next dead end [Bridge] Next day's suit stank of smoke and prayer We pitched our souls in a swivel chair The client grinned like he knew our file Said: you found your God in the minibar aisle. [music break after bridge] [Final Chorus] God was meant to be there, next to the gin In the glow of a pub we never went in But He trailed our steps through the night's slow fight In the wrong pizza place and the awful light Not in the stars or the psalms we fake Just the city's mess and the choices we make God was meant to be there, but He curled up instead Quiet, in a pissed-up friend [Outro] Round the corner, mate Round the corner [fade-out]

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