You've got me all wrong I'm not that guy I'm just the singer of the song in my mind's eye If I thought what you think I wouldn't even be here I've just dropped in for a drink Before I disappear
You've got me all wrong There's no one I'm missing I'm quite happy to be alone There are no lips I'm kissing The truth must be the truth Unvarnished in its telling Otherwise it's just hype you hope People won't notice you're peddling
Autumn is here And they're burning the heather Sheepdogs are running Hell for leather Seasons are changing Time's moving along Give me a drink and I'll be gone
Where did I come from? Where do I go? Time is so heartless You don't want to know
I set out in the dark Waking from a nightmare Hoping I could find The middle of nowhere I'm a stranger in this town But that's as far as it goes And where I am bound no one knows
Autumn is here And they're burning the heather Sheepdogs are running Hell for leather Seasons are changing Time's moving along Give me a drink and I'll be gone
You've got me all wrong That's what I'm sensing I'm not one of those bread-heads Always pounds, shillings, and pence-ing There's a few things I need But I've enough money for paying And if you've enough room I'll consider staying
Compositores: Christopher Sean Lowe (PRS), Neil Francis Tennant (Neil Tennant) (PRS)Editor: Cage Music LtdECAD verificado obra #23808873 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM