He spends his time
Or may be half of his time
Or part of his time wandering
Around the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
With a tear in his eye
As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
And then stops to paint a picture of a frown
Walking around
Dan Treacy's smile
Leaves you trying to decide
Who's the victim, what's the crime?
No rest for the mind that's seen it all before
And I don't know where he lives
But he's a myth of a man
And Texas Bob the cameraman
Is off to fix his suit before the show
Yeah, but where did he go?
To know when your time's up
You flip the gla** and watch the hours quickening
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
In the back of the station
Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
Well he speaks his mind
He says "what is crime?"
Dan Treacy's eyes
In the middle of the park
When the underground is dark
He's a poet, he's a lark
He starts thinking
About a place that no one knows
And when the creeks run dry
He stays frozen in time
Strange lights in the sky
Start blinking
I can see the car outside but he's listening
He's listening
He's listening
And he's making up his mind
He made his mind up
To get things done and overcome
He made his mind up
Yeah he's going to let it go
He made his mind up
In the park and at the station
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's going to get it done, he made his mind up
Ooh yeah, he's going to get it done
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's going to let it go, uh oh
No matter the time
Oh, oh
When the creeps run by
Oh no
He's making his mind up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Outro]
Yeah, he's going to get it done whoa
Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
Yeah, he's going to listen to his soul
Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say
"Come here boy, look me in the eye"
Bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy