[Lyric] A Canterbury Kiss (John Wesley Harding)

We went down to the Westgate Gardens
Which is where we did our smoking
We'd gone there from the Smiths in town
Where I’d spent my record token

We sat down beyond the bridge
Where we imagined ourselves hidden
A place where we could get away
With things otherwise forbidden
And we flipped through her box of records in our mind
It was the music and the summer sun combined
And I resigned myself
To sitting by the river Stour
To while away an hour with her, and me
Listening to the coolest girl in Canterbury

And she told me about Tim Buckley
And a band called Television
I didn't want to say a word
Invite any suspicion
That the limits of my knowledge had been reached
So I sat quietly beside her, the riverbank my beach
Then, distance breached
My head resting on her knee
I felt myself go drifting out to sea
Floating on the coolest girl in Canterbury
And she was a little older
At school, we only nodded greeting
So no one ever knew
That later we'd be meeting
In the record store
She wore a leather jacket, zips galore
A long black skirt

She was talking about Talking Heads
As idly she was stroking
My hair as I lay on her knee
There was no thought of smoking
And that's when she asked (I'll never forget)
"Do you like Hendrix?" and I hadn't heard him yet
So I said "yes", untruthfully
I was rewarded just for this
With a kiss from the coolest girl in Canterbury
A moment’s bliss with the coolest girl in Canterbury