No one to see
Nowhere to go
Sick of myself
Never so low
I build things up
And honey shuts them down
It's big for me, small for you
I know it's true
I am so sad (It's true)
I really am (I know it's true, it's true)
Stuck in a groove I am
And it's since France (it's true)
I sank inside my room (I know it's true, it's true)
Stuck in a groove I am
The auburn English hills
That leafy shadowed dark
What a special kind of art
The damp December nights
The sticky morning dew
Oh, I love you, I do
A singer with no band
A tired farmer's hand
In her Mother's silken blouse
The '60s in vogue
A jaded renouveau
In a shrinking kind of moat
The world is falling down by my side
The letter that you wrote is on my mind
And riding on a coach to meet my guide
Sitting 'round your table drinking wine
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Time's on my side for a change
I hate it
Ooh baby, never, never let me down
Ooh baby, never, never let me down
Ooh baby, never, never let me down
Ooh baby, never, never let me down
I've got a little bit of time to give
But I'll cut it in half if you want more too
I've got a little bit of time to give
But I'll cut it in half if you want more too
I've got a little bit of time to give
But I'll cut it in half if you want more too
I've got a little bit of time to give
But I'll cut it in half if you want more too
When you're back in the town
Pick you up show you 'round
When you're back in the town
Pick you up show you 'round
When you're back in the town
Pick you up show you 'round
When you're back in the town
Pick you up show you 'round