UK Blues 2

Oh England, oh the gloom

I just left my horribly lonely room

I walked to the church where I would play

The cold grey August day

Before I went on, I knew you were there

But I put it on like I didn't care

Just played and sang as well as I could

If we were to meet, well then we would

When I saw your face, yea it was still

That one from those early harmony fills

There on that dark Manchester night

A riot began but things felt alright

Off to a pub with chatty young Brits

Listening to all of their horseshit

Glanced at your boots, that watch on your wrist

How do I pull you away?

Where are you staying?

"Down the street"

Could I help you off of your sleepy feet?

Your eyes are far and glazy

Could I walk you back?

Don't be crazy

Crazy crazy

Could I have this night and sing you to sleep?

Crazy crazy

Morning came, a note from the desk

Belfast, you asked, and I said yes

I earned my share and polished my shoes

But nothing would kill my UK blues

UK UK blues

From the top of my head

To the heels of my shoes

UK UK blues

Inside my head

And inside my shoes

Met up on that Main Street of town

Playing to a half empty room of clowns

When I was done, some drunk Irishman

Said worst night I've had since Bill Callahan

Had some laughs and signed autographs

Grabbed my pitiful handful of cash

The night was slipping off too soon

Tomorrow, goodbye, sad Irish moon

We walked along, you slightly ahead

Until we landed on your big king bed

Our brains burned, our bodies hurt

I like your stockings and long leather skirt

I'm fading off, could I stay the night?

"Don't be crazy, it doesn't feel right"

Come on Irene, are you sure?

God fuck this lonely tune

Walked back down those terrible halls

Past those dark chocolate brown walls

Looked up at the ceiling

A gold skin peeling

You never write and you never call

I sometimes wonder, will you at all?

But time is past, doesn't phase me

Don't be crazy