By jack bruce and pete brown

Lets go down to where its clean
To see the time that might have been.
The tides have carried off the beach.
As you said,
The sun is out of reach.

Lets go back to where its clean
To see what year it might have been.
The roads have carried off the smiles.
As you said,
To judge them at the trials.

Lets go back to now thats bad
To see the time we might have had.
The rails have carried off the trains.
As you said,
Ill never come again, again, again, again.