Being Boring

I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
Dress in white, one said, with quotations
From someone's wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twenties

When you're young you find inspiration
In anyone who's ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said we were never feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
And we were never holding back, worried that
Time would come to an end

When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: If you're not careful
You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies

But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend

Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties

I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You'd be sitting somewhere here with me

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend

And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
'Cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored