Lunchtime Friday, leave work early,
Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train,
Heading up to town to Dave’s to get my glad rags on.
Because lately I’ve been running down, the little things they catch up,
Excuses stretched thin and it’s hard not giving up,
But tonight we’re going to get it right, we’re going to have us a good one.

The roll call is missing a name;
Since you left things haven’t been the same,
But I don’t blame you, there was nothing here to make you stay.
But I remember the way that you'd light up the room when you walk in,
The way that you'd lead the crowd when you sing.
Jamie, this one's for you.

Pre-club beers at Dan’s before we hit the road,
We're nicely warmed up, pleasantly half-loaded,
Ready for a night on fire, we’re going to get out the big guns.
And I run down the numbers, scan through the faces,
Run through the plans, scout out the places.
I’m electrified, surrounded, but still missing something or someone.

I’m wide awake in this cityscape.
You did your time out on the road,
One day you stayed away for good.
You found a home down by the shore,
A place to hang your hat and more.
You sent me postcards to tell me of
Slowing down and finding love.
The thrill has gone from this city life;
I’m not far behind.

So you can strike my name from the roll call:
When night falls, I’m leaving.
There is nothing here to make me stay.
When I get to the coast I will send back a postcard
To tell all my old friends all about my new start.
Jamie I will see you soon.