Trash Can Sinatras Even The Odd
Even the odd one out is in with a shout Weather the term and Weather the storm The clumsy climb and The elegant fall Even the odd one out is in with a shout That may be the story That may be the lie With great ease, with the pole greased It's down you slide Must you protest till you're blue in the face Or blue in the blood An ugly greed is the sole need On a fragile high But I can't breathe I just can't seem to acclimatise It's all coming back to me now I fell to the ground and slowly came round And you stood over me And you told me it never will be But don't tell me it never will be Don't tell me it never will be I'm out of my depth, I've come up for air Show me how to become The life and soul of something - anything Show me the film of when I was young I didn't climb trees then I'm not climbing them now
