There's no mistake, I smell that smell  It's that time of year again, I can taste the air  The clocks go back, railway track  Something blocks the line again  And the train runs late for the first time    A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red  Where I heard the news for the first time    And all the friends lay down the flowers  Sit on the banks and drink for hours  Talk of the way they saw him last  Local boy in the photograph  Today    He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on  Past the place they found his clothing    There's no mistake, I smell that smell  It's that time of year again, I can taste the air  The clocks go back, railway track  Something blocks the line again  And the train runs late for the first time  Today    And all the friends lay down the flowers  Sit on the banks and drink for hours  Talk of the way they saw him last  Local boy in the photograph  Today    He's gone away