Head in the clouds
Lost in a glass
Will i get up in the morning
I proberbly wont i do and i dont
But what can i say at the end of the day
You only get what you give
In the life that you live
I put out the bin
The pigeons begin to coo
At my chimany brest
It reminds me ive flown the nest
But at the end of the day
They are not far away
And these are strange days indeed
In the life that i lead
The curtians are drawn
A new day is dawn
The kids kick a ball
Up against my brick wall
But what can i say i once had to play
So i let the kids stay
These are strange days indeed
In the life that i lead
If i go for a walk
My neigbours will talk
They judge because i scrimp and save to survive
But atleast i know iam alive
Because iam writting my history
Creating a memory
But at the end of the day what can they say
You only get what you give
In the life that you live
You only get what you give
And i have found
What goes around comes around
