Come the weekend
And we`ll long gone baby
Just like the old days
Letting the world flow through me
Just a parasite in the line
I`m smoking, killing the time
How long`s a piece of twine
What use is sympathy
From here you can almost see the sea
If you would hold still
Could make a clean incision
We could sit back
And watch the demolition
Little puppy dog in a box
Somebody`s picking the locks
Must want the darn from the socks
Here comes the cavalry
From here you can almost see the sea
Just another fool in a line
I dream of high clouds
Flushed with the light of daybreak
I`m gonna dive in
To a water so cold it makes your bones ache
Fingers, knees and knuckles scraped
All of the rubbish heaped
A piece of cardboard taped
Up where the bedroom window pane used to be
From here you can almost
From here you can almost see the sea
Just another fool in a line
Just another fool in a line