[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
And then I moved from the nest
No more singing in the hallway
No more journeys in the back
Following fingers, pointing to a town where a song was born
To Glasgow I go
First loves, and a thousand pints of fun
And a world beyond folk music
Pop, jazz, electronica and disco
These songs all spoke to me
And my wretched late teenage soul
Old folk songs had always been my currency
But in Glasgow, you pay with cash
So I don’t sing them
I put them in a box at the bottom of the bed
And turn on Amy Winehouse instead