on days like yours I'm the perfect stranger pouring from the overflow on days like yours gloryhounds and neighbours paper over all our holes on days like yours are the angels grounded? musclebound and overweight? on days like yours do they climb your shoulders making you their timely slave? to think they think we're friends where column inches end we begin on days like yours I'm a naked tourist terrified and miles from home if all it takes is a little talking that's got to be the way to go