Long Face

(Difford/Tilbrook)

IЎЇd lost the plot and roamed around
Looked in the shops and hit the town
My head was stuffed with words and aches
I felt so rough and out of shape
The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
ThatЎЇs just my luck, I couldnЎЇt eat
My guts were full of churning fear
With so much bull I had to clear
When she said stuff yourself, donЎЇt be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
WhatЎЇs this long face that keeps on
Hanging around

She wouldnЎЇt say, I couldnЎЇt tell
Was this the day IЎЇd go to hell
I sulked around in such a mood
Until I found the one IЎЇd screwed
And then it came as clear as mud
I was the pain that boiled the blood
And saw the faults where there were none
Deep in the vaults where love begun