You led me headlong to the place where I belong Dealing big blows to what my heart knows Old hat and old stories I get a little red and I'll burst rather
I know she doesn't play the field But she likes to know the strength of the team She says she doesn't like my style But I loved her in my own fashion
Even the odd one out Is in with a shout Weather the term and Weather the storm The clumsy climb and The elegant fall Even the odd one out Is in with
That reminds me of the time I felt It's time for sin and catholic guilt Two years later to the day I had reason to confess With her hair a shining shade
Always at the foot Of the photograph That's me there Snug as a thug In a mugshot pose A foul mouthed rogue Owner of this corner And not much more Still
Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said 'When in Rome don't feed the lions' What is meant I can't hazard a guess But now I've learnt my lesson I
Could I interest you in a little something special Pay the earth but if you have no money Your attention'll do And if you don't give a damn You're welcome
Can't see the forest or the trees Inhaled the fumes and swallowed the keys You look just like our favourite star You've read the script and now you know
So typical - a battle of wits And I've come half prepared I know all the ropes But haven't a hope Of pulling you back to me I'm losing my grip And sailing
All around the alphabet To hide a sadder tale of someone sad at Circling the Circumference Show me the way from the periphery But everybody is wrapped
I can see them coming beating paths to my door Come to see me running my natural course - Iceberg At glacial pace - an unusual case Took to the streets
Soothe your fear, we're off where it's warmer Here's to all of us, I know you are worried We're leaving here, regret to inform you Leaving everything,
I'm on a B road heading for the sea To see if hands across the ocean shake or wave (See if hands across the ocean shake or wave) Through the whiplash
All I can hear is the clucking of tongues I can see them plucking at crumbs of conversations A drunk uncle's breath and they're touching my hand As now
Out for a spell, I was slated. I'd lost a yard, I was hated I dug a rug out in the dugout, lazing, I joined in the turnout That's no life at all Out
This is the tail, this is the nose Sniffing, romancing and scaring the crows Pissing away all of the day Over and over and over and over again I'll bury
Beauty is within grasp Hear the islands call The last mile is upon us I'll carry you if you fall I know the armor's heavy now I know the heart is tired