(Heaton/Rotheray)
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Here I walk, here I walk
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Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk
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Here I am, here I am
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With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan
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And you thought you'd found your own little look
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How I misjudged, how I mistook
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And you thought you'd found the style of your hair
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I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to
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the rocking chair
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So I'll take these high-heeled shoes
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And yes I'll take these traditional views
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I'll take this deep despair
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Of a 30 year old square, to the rocking chair
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Here I sit, here I sit
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Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit
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Here I stand, here I stand
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Torn between the balding drunk and no man's land
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And they'll tell you when you've reached your peak
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Where the wolf-whistle rung there's a deafening shriek
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Blowing kisses into thin air
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I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to
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The rocking chair
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So I'll take this awkward stance
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And I'll take this sexless dance
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I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square
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To the rocking chair
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Am I skinny? A shade too fat?
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Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that
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Am I happy?
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(here I sit, here I sit)
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Just a little sad
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(looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit)
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Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that
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Am I skinny?
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(Here I walk, here I walk)
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A shade too fat?
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(Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk)
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My friend the cat knows all about that
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The Rocking Chair
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| The Beautiful South |
