When I'm Up

When I'm up
When I'm up, when I'm up
I'm always up and down
Ambitions run aground
I go out
I go out, I go out
I passed the shuttered homes
above the cobbled stones and darkened doorways.
When I'm home I can hear the church bells ringing
Still calling me out to greet the sun
All alone I can hear the church bells ringing
Pack the bags and tickets 'cos I'm done
When I sleep
over bars under sheets
I hear them toss around
Their limbs become unwound
It's a shame
It's a shame, It's a shame
That anecdotes are gained
When scenes are rearranged and carbon dated
When I'm home I can hear the church bells ringing
Still calling me out to greet the sun
Underneath my feet the pavement's singing
Pack the bags and tickets 'cos I'm done.
They cannot think that we want.
It's a lie
It's a lie, It's a lie
The snaps they sell away
are packing up their days in gilded boxes.
When I'm home I can hear the church bells ringing
Still calling me out to greet the sun
Underneath my feet the pavement's singing
Pack the bags and tickets 'cos I'm done.