Lyrics for The House Where I Was Born by Dave Stewart from the The Way It Was Back Then

In my town, walking up and down my street,
I lay down, oh, the taste is bittersweet,
Looking out, at the house where I was born,
I look down, I see my fingers ripped and torn,

(I miss you,
I miss you, Dad,
I miss you)

Looking down, from the heights of Penshaw Hill,
Down to the river, where the big old ships were built,
Where lines were drawn, like shimmering swords of steel,
I want to know, yes, I want to know,
Just how did you feel,

(Stand up,
Stand up,
Oh, yeah)

I miss you,
I miss you, Dad,
I miss you,
I miss you, Mom,
I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you.