Baggy Trousers
Sitting in my lonely room just staring at the wall
For lack of something else to do I count the tears that fall
Trying to get it through my head you don't care at all
What am I gonna do with you gone?
What does life hold for me anymore?
With you gone what once mattered don't matter no more
You still have the key to my heart and my door
What am I gonna do with you gone, with you gone?
I can hear the lonesome whistle of a passing train
I can feel my heart beat a rhythm with the pouring
Grace
Sometimes I feel like I amSailing on a sunken dreamI try to read the signs
But I don't know what they meanI know when I'm with youI'm a rich man baby
Grace, I'm not yet bornCome embraceA soul that's torn
I have got so much to give you
My heart is starved of loveIn these radio daysI try to listen hard
To what my conscience saysI know I've sold my soulI'm going to earn it back now
Grace, I'm not yet bornCome embraceA soul that's torn
I have got so much to give you
Now that you believe in meWe can fly awaySomewhere safe
I know that you will always beGiving more than you take
I know when I'm with youI'm a rich man baby
Grace, I'm not yet bornCome embraceA soul that's torn
I have got so much to give you
Grace, it can mend if you make my heart your friend
GraceGraceGraceGrace