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