Please send me a sign
Set me up against the lane
Give me something I can trust
In all the trauma of change

I've followed a dream
And if a man is born to fall
Then let me live against my creed
And all the filth of it all

And I can drink
My whisky and water
[?]
Because there's a price you pay to live this way
Its called a release

Please draw me a line
Send me loving sun to boot
Because I'm idol drunk I know
Busy with nothing to do

This body is cold
I have to make the grade alone
Because I have travelled far to find
I need a room of my own
Where I can
Bring colour with fortune 'cause
She's something to be
She's spending Saturday's in Partick
With the SSP

And I am
Charged guilty of sin because
It hurts me to know
She's working so hard
But for the joy of stock control

Well let me
Sing out to myself
And polish off these bottled cries
And send them down to solve your woe
'Cause I'm not ready to die

But I, I'm ready to live
But can I make it out with pride?
And play the left wing let down king
Put up with something to hide

And I can
Run to you for cover
And we'll burry the dread
When the time has come for leaving
I will love you instead
Oh won't you
Sing something in minor key?
This stillness is bleak
But can we dream away the guilt we have
For the working week

Oh and in
Warm arms of a stranger
I'm to happy to lie
I know we've both been here before
Just please don't ask me why

And I have
Walked here with you close to me
But never alone
But won't you cling to me
In major key
Oh, the joy I've known

Oh, the joy I've known
Oh, the joy I've known
Oh, the joy I've known
Oh, the joy I've known
Lalalalalala.....