Beautiful South The Rocking Chair
Here I walk, here I walk Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk Here I am, here I am With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan And you thought you'd found your own little look How I misjudged, how I mistook And you thought you'd found the style of your hair I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to the rocking chair So I'll take these high-heeled shoes And yes I'll take these traditional views I'll take this deep despair Of a 30 year old squere, to the rocking chair Here I sit, here I sit Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit Here I stand, here I stand Torn between the balding drunk and no man's land And they'll tell you when you've reached your peak Where the wolf-whistle rung there's a deafening shriek Blowing kisses into thin air I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to The rocking chair So I'll take this awkward stance And I'll take this sexless dance I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square To the rocking chair Am I skinny? A shade too fat? Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that Am I happy? (here I sit, here I sit) Just a little sad (looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit) Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that Am I skinny? (Here I walk, here I walk) A shade too fat? (Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk) My friend the cat knows all about that
