Nuala and Nick

      High tide, mid afternoon people fly by in the traffics boom.
      Knowing, just where you’re blowing, getting to where you should be going.
      Don’t let them get you down, making you feel guilty about.
      Golden rain, will bring you riches, all the good things, you deserve now.

      Climbing forever trying, find your way out, of the wild wild wood.
      Now there’s no justice, there’s only yourself, that you can trust in.
      And I say, high tide, mid afternoon oh, people fly by, in the traffics boom.
      Oh, knowing, just where you’re blowing, getting to where you should be going.

      Day by day your world fades away, waiting to feel, all the dreams that say.
      Golden rain will bring you riches, all the good things, you deserve now.
      And I say, climbing forever trying, you’re gonna find your way out of the wild wild wood.
      Say that, you’re gonna find your way out of the wild wild wood, of the wild wild wood.

      “Wild Wood” by Paul Weller.