I don't want to go Living this way I'm wining and dining I feel like retiring and oh I found myself, sleeping in late I don't really wanna get up in the morning but I have to I got a call that might take me to Portugal If I'm lucky I'll work 4 days a week And I won't eat much But maybe I just want to see you And I don't recognise my friends anymore Think I'm going crazy, crazy than before But all the whispers and the points of direction go hand in hand And I don't recognise my fate, not anymore, not anymore I don't wanna waste my time In bars, with other boys, I'd rather be sitting here with you If I'm lucky I'll work, 4 days a week and I won't eat much Cos maybe, I just wanna see you But it might take a while And I don't recognise my fate, not anymore, not anymore And I don't recognise my own name, not anymore, not anymore Not even after the war Or was it a long time before