I spend my days in simple lights
Don't want to make no big moves
Straighten up pictures
Dust the shelves
Maybe hang out some washing
There's always more washing
Papers that arrived yesterday
Can wait until tomorrow
Lawyers letter had sent a chill down by spine
Down my spine
Adjust the lamps, make sure there's plenty of light
Got to have the light right
Small disturbances can throw me right out
You know they throw me right out
Letter sits like a forgotten memory
Suddenly retrieved
Rush of reminders
Holds me poised starting into the distance
Here's the trumpet
Dum, da dum, da dum
Dum, dum, dum
Dum, dum, dum
Dum, dum, dum
Dum, dum, dum
Need a drink
I need the company of a crowd
A strong band, smoke in my eyes
Vehicle for this melancholy
They play that song again
And a golden light descends
I count the beat
I tally up my days
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm