Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday

Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no one´s listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me

And if it´s alright
Then what are we doing here?
And if it´s alright
This place is gassed by fear
And if it´s alright
I´ll tell you cos you never understand
And if it´s alright I´ll beg you
´Cause I´m a begging kind of man

Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
And no one´s looking anyway
I hope you miss me

(Sometimes I think maybe I´m making a big mistake)