When I was seventeen
I was chasing after dreams
In Southport
I had to get away
Or end up in a nursing home alone
When I was seventeen
I had a special love
And Southport
Didn't seem a bad place after all
On the promenade
The carnival facade is peeling
And the floral clock
Has stopped a moment caught in time
Such a sad decay
Well, it's something like the way I'm feeling
For such a dream so big
Southport seemed a little bit too small
And I was still naive
I really did believe in magic
Thought I had found a love
And treasured it above all else