Lyrics
Sure, I’ve got a steady heart
Until it rattles like a toy
Dunno who wound it on up
But I’m a tinfoil drummer boy
And I’ll rimshot around ya
Got release and attack
The thrills they come then drop me on my back
So I’m goin’ it alone like that one cloud in the sky
Not gonna rain on your parade or give you shade to hide
Misery loves company, but I just ain’t a company man.
Goin it alone like a bag on the breeze
I ain’t cluttering the gutter or buggering the sea
Luck and love’s a fortune, but I just ain’t a gambling man.
She said, “there’s only two types of folks in the world
The ones who yak on up a storm or hang on every word”
But there’s another type, I’ll tell ya
They just ain’t around today
We’re staring at the trees, and walking in the rain
Goin it alone
This bird has flown he’s off and fucked the nest
You know I love youse all, but alone is my best
WRITERS
Peter Black, Tim Rogers
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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