No Place To Go

Every moments precious, every moments dear

They huddle and they whisper, make excuses, dissappear

I awoke this morning from the middle of a dream

And all I could remember was MTV screams

"Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie

Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time"

We've got no place to go

We've got no way of knowing

We've got no place to go from here

A mother stumbles, stutters on the way down to the pub

Pregnancy she wished for being misunderstood

So here's to the buggies, the prams, the empty cots

The pregnancy she wished for the (something coloured)

pots

Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie

Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time

We've got no place to go

We've got no way of knowing

We've got no place to go from here

We've got no place to go

We've got no way of knowing

We've got no place to go from here

(maybe "I'm buried alive)