A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat Sitting there for hours in the cold Patience is a virtue til we die Then a ripple in the water caught my eye. Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for That's the time to be the first one on the dance floor We go from green to blue to go to black Breathe deep, who knows how long will this last. Only was last week I learnt to drive Stole my mother's keys and drove all night Christine never showed it's 4 am Started up mum's car drove home again. One year ago I kissed my bride Now I wait to hear my baby's cry Woman showed me all that she knew then To cut himself down man's born again. Christine died and now I'm here alone What I wouldn't give to be on that wooden boat.
Written by: GARY BARLOW, BILLY MANN, MARK OWEN, JASON ORANGE, HOWARD DONALD
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