Climb to the top of the greasy pole Served my time in the capital Trying to say something relatable Like, "How are things in general?" I've got nothing to protect Except the image I project Strangers stop and pay respects Ask me if I've been alright In the pale morning light A simplicity calls to me Saying when they tell you they understand That's your cue to get out while you still can Cash in and cancelling all your plans Ah who could blame you? Dying to own your own property But National Trust bought the cemetery Even burning in hells not a guarantee No gravity under the apple tree Twenty degrees in February You and meteorology I owe a couple of apologies Don't ask me if I've been alright In the pale morning light A simplicity calls to me Saying when they tell you they understand That's your cue to get out while you still can Cash in and cancel all your plans You could bury everything under sand You could probably have whatever you like But you could never handle the simple life Oh you would never settle for just the sight Who could blame you? Do I look like I'm alright? In the pale morning light A simplicity calls to me Tell them I'll call them right back Yeah I'll be coming right back