I could be tugging on the beard of science
Like a cheeky schoolboy
But I couldn’t be bothered
That’s why I’m still in the box room
Face down in the last ditch
My natural home
I Can Do That
But I don’t really want to

Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered

I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers
With a girl from Machynlleth
But I’m down at the Children’s Zoo
Kicking off on the goats

Increasing doubt – decreasing hope
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind

Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered