A sombre bar-room ballad
Words and music by Nigel Clothier
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I get on so I can get out
Please don’t define me by reference to somebody else
If you feel the same you’ll let your dreams do the talking
I’m here, hangin’ out
I’m all rush, why am I hurrying?
When I get there all I do is wait
I can’t turn the world on and off with a switch any more my friend
So I’m here, hangin’ out
I could go through life with the sun on my back
Mates all around me, having a laugh
Speak like a native in a foreign land
What’s it all worth in the end?
See my brother playing his video game
Cheesy music stinking the house out again
I’d rather hear your story about a boy dangling down from a tree
So I’m here, hangin’ out
Do you want me to sparkle, want me to startle?
Want me to paint an emotional picture?
I could cry for the time I lost
My daddy was always tired
Don’t dance, didn’t when I was eighteen
To do so now would make me look ridiculous
I know how it feels to be talked up and be let down
I’m here, hangin’ out
Yes I know how it feels to be talked up and be let down
So I’m here, hangin’ out
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