Lost Souls
We started out
By the telephone factory
Guitar and drums
And an amp that runs on batteries
Now the factory had been closed down a million years ago
We had free rein of the halls
We didn't know the history, we didn't make the telephones
We only made the calls
We ran around town
In search of words to sing
We went underground
But we couldn't find anything
We were two lost souls
In search of a tune
We played a show
But it was to soon
Just two lost souls
In search of a tune
We knew her face
When she came to the factory
With a Mustang bass
And she clearly had been practising
We asked if she could also be the singer
But she couldn't and that was that
We picked a name though we knew it wasn't the greatest
We knew we were going places
We ran around town
In search of words to sing
We went underground
But we couldn't find anything
We were three lost souls
In search of a tune
We played a show
It was still to soon
Just three lost souls
In search of a tune
The obvious missing part
Was the singer we'd never had
But he arrived looking very smart
After answering our ad
Turns out he had an ear for melody
And drove a mini bus
In his spare time wrote some poetry
It was bad, but good enough for us
We were four lost souls
But we had our tune
We played another show
But it was still to soon
Just four lost souls
Four lost souls, four lost souls