Burning the Heather

You've got me all wrong

I'm not that guy

I'm just the singer of the song

In my mind's eye

If I thought what you think

I wouldn't even be here

I've just dropped in for a drink

Before I disappear

You've got me all wrong

I'm not on your grapevine

When I came along

You were just in my eye-line

I'm not one to stare

I'm not that committed

But I'm always aware

Of what isn't permitted

Autumn is here

And they're burning the heather

Sheepdogs are running

Hell for leather

Seasons are changing

Time's moving along

Give me a drink and I'll be gone

You've got me all wrong

There's no one I'm missing

I'm quite happy to be alone

There are no lips I'm kissing

The truth must be the truth

Unvarnished in its telling

Otherwise it's just hype you hope

People won't notice you're peddling

Autumn is here

And they're burning the heather

Sheepdogs are running

Hell for leather

Seasons are changing

Time's moving along

Give me a drink and I'll be gone

Where did I come from?

Where do I go?

Time is so heartless

You don't want to know

I set out in the dark

Waking from a nightmare

Hoping I could find

The middle of nowhere

I'm a stranger in this town

But that's as far as it goes

And where I am bound no one knows

Autumn is here

And they're burning the heather

Sheepdogs are running

Hell for leather

Seasons are changing

Time's moving along

Give me a drink and I'll be gone

You've got me all wrong

That's what I'm sensing

I'm not one of those bread-heads

Always pounds, shillings, and pence-ing

There's a few things I need

But I've money for paying

And if you've enough room

I'll consider staying