Missing you
Moore Christy Lyrics

In nineteen hundred and eighty six
Back in the year 1986

There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
There were limited job opportunities, especially in the construction field

And you can't live on love, on love alone
Money is important to survive, and love alone is not enough

So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
To find a better life, you may have to leave your homeland and travel across the ocean

To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
In a new country, you're just another person with a stereotypical name

Good for nothing but stacking a brick
The only work you can find is in construction

Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Your closest companion is your shovel and cart at the job site

Two work horses heavily shod
You and your fellow workers are hardworking but poorly paid

Oh I'm missing you
The artist is deeply longing for someone

I'd give all for the price of a flight
The artist would pay anything to travel to the person they are missing

Under Piccadilly's neon
The singer is in a city, likely London, full of bright lights

Who did you murder, are you a spy?
The artist is jokingly asking if the person they miss has disappeared for some nefarious reason

I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
The singer turns to alcohol to cope with their emotions

So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
The singer drinks a type of alcohol to feel better all the time

I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
The singer's use of alcohol has resulted in a more somber mood

All ye young people now take my advice
The artist advises young people to think carefully before making a big move

Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Moving to a new country comes with many challenges, and it's important to consider them before making the move

The proof is round London in the nobody zone
There are many homeless and struggling individuals in London

Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
The temperature in London is mild in the summer but very cold during the winter

Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
The homeless are exposed to the elements, living in cardboard shelters

And I'll never go home now because of the shame
The artist is ashamed of their current situation

Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane
The artist's appearance doesn't match the norm, and they feel like they don't fit in