The Wedding - Tom Robinson

It was a winter Sunday in the centre of town

In the middle of the advent madness

Fading daylight, gusts of rain

Christmas carols playing on the brain — and on the radio

I could see the other guests arriving

In their Range Rovers and MG midgets

Sprayed lime green and vomit orange

Princess Di lookalikes in county twinsets

And down-at-heel Cambridge playboys

Wearing Moss Bros suits and hand-me-down sports jackets

The theatrical profession at prayer… and I felt so out of place

Heads were turning and the whispering spread

As you stood in the aisle staring straight ahead

Like Lazarus risen up from the dead in a formal morning coat;

Prayers were offered and a lesson was read

As one or two crocodile sniffles were shed

And somebody whispered 'Doesn't she just look wonderful'

With a dry crack in the voice

But I felt like a leper and a traitor too

To everything we once knew was true

You avoided my eye and I knew that you knew

And something in my heart screamed no…

Because it isn’t the bride that I wanna kiss

It isn’t your friendship I’m gonna miss

And it’s not that I wanted a life like this

But I’m doing fine… I’m doing fine

Still I remembered all the places and people we’d known

All the summers we spent on that disused aerodrome

All the double-edged jokes in our private code

In our very own private language

And if I could still ride my bike home across that windswept runway

Well I’d do it again today…

And now here we were all these years later

Still living in the shadow of a mushroom cloud

As we mumbled the Lord’s prayer together

And asked for the peace which passeth all understanding;

And if I sound bitter it’s because I’m alone

Under alien colours, in an alien zone

And though I know the language well it isn’t my own

And I really don’t belong here

Because it isn’t the bride that I wanna kiss

And it isn’t your friendship I’m gonna miss

And it’s not that I wanted a life like this

But a part of my childhood died

No, it isn’t the bride that I wanna kiss

It isn’t your friendship I’m gonna miss

It’s not that I wanted it to end like this

With water and wine, water and wine…

Well I guess I’m just paying my respects to you

For the sake of who we used to be…