There Is No-One Who Can Tell You Where You've Been

In Kodakcolor days we're locked
In sun to dapple us tan and gold
With heavy hearts in heavy coats
And I'm too tired to even talk
So fix yourself with a boxing glove
And wake me up when she wakes up
I'd break my back if it might help to break your fall
I'll show you babies are just problems to be solved!
Beneath these arches I feel blessed
Hip to hip then chest to chest
A pin, a broach, a better dress
And when we're done and I come home
I love to say that I love you
I call across my empty room
But I can see you there!
I see you in a better year
When there is no-one
Who can tell you where you've been
Except me