Angie’s Wedding

Where's everyone heading on a day like this? Bank holiday Sunday "Marry me, Angie" in big red letters I wonder if she did? "No war but class war" on the motorway bridge "Love" spelled backwards on the next, police tape encircles flowers A little note reads 'no regrets' A bedsheet tapestry hangs "support our local lad he's on reality TV" Put your head on my shoulder just try to get some sleep Police witness please Sun angrily beats, 100 million chevrons away I'll be fine in just need you to stay, okay? And I hope Angie did get married And that local lad became the influencer He always thought he wanted to be "Happy 13th birthday Alfie" reads another sign on a lay-by And they're all celebrating somewhere together in my mind's eye The doers and the dreamers In an working men's club watching Angie cut her cake A yoga teacher that used to rave And a former Spice Girl that married a saint A ticker-tape parade for the ones who made it You can be my plus one if you let me hold you naked or By your ankles over the motorway Sign our names in aerosol and paint Me and you and Angie we're all the same And I hope she made it And I hope she made it And I hope she did It's the wedding of the century I don't know how to feel All the things we were meant to be In the moment revealed And I hope she made it 'Cause not many of us do And I can't explain it You just light up the room It's the wedding of the century I don't know how to feel All the things we were meant to be In the moment revealed And I hope she made it 'Cause not many of us do And I can't explain it You just light up the room And I hope she made it