A Solitary Life

Sometimes I long for the solitary life

Parents long gone, no kids, no wife

Sister, somewhere in Australia

Never did keep in touch

Sex, no more than a, how do you do?

With a copy of Penthouse in the loo

Socially a bit of a failure

Nice not to have to try too much

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the governmental sky over North West Eleven

A serious hobby in the garden shed

Model trains or soldiers in lead

Join the suburban boffins of Britain

Experts on trivial things

And holidays in the Yorkshire Dales

Or cycling tours of the North of Wales

Unenvious of those flea bitten

On continental flings

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven

Excitement comes by subtle means

The satisfaction of routines

Small revenges at the office

Smug little victories

You work on your pallor, complexion like paste

Like the gray defeat on an inmates face

A life spent adding losses and profits

Resigning by degrees

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the governmental sky over North West Eleven

And come to the end, sad and alone

A steady reliable tumor you?ve grown

From selfish years, while all your peers

Have stressfully jogged to health

In life you always were quite numb

And foggier now, you soon succumb

In drab St. Barts on the new by-pass

Death overcomes by stealth

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the pewter skies over North West Eleven

A solitary life

A life of small horizons

Dull as the governmental sky over North West Eleven