Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday

Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no ones listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me

And if its alright
Then what are we doing here?
And if its alright
This place is gassed by fear
And if its alright
Ill tell you cos you never understand
And if its alright Ill beg you
cause Im a begging kind of man

Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
And no ones looking anyway
I hope you miss me

(sometimes I think maybe Im making a big mistake)