Tell me when did it all get so Serious?
And what is this weight that comes with Privilege?
Left from Right did not take long,
Back then I could even tell Right from Wrong.
I’ve got Bills but that’s no Misery.
Help me please, I’m falling
Asleep on the bus.
And I don’t mean to complain, but if it’s not too late,
Could I renew those books again? And yes,
Well you might ask, but no I’m not In Love,
Nor do I know what I Want To Be and yes,
These things are related, both over-debated
In my Head and my Heart, while I sleep.
Autumn winds are whistling, there’s a chill in the air.
And I am riding my friends bike, ‘cos every bike I like
Seems to be in need of Constant Repair.
And it won’t stop me singing, but I can’t help remembering,
Thinking the same thing this time yesterday:
It would stop me feeling Behind by just leaving
When I am not already Late.
Let’s Sing, let’s Dance,
Let’s do Anything But What We’re Supposed To Be Doing.