(heaton/rotheray)
Here i walk, here i walk
Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk

Here i am, here i am
With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan

And you thought you'd found your own little look
How i misjudged, how i mistook
And you thought you'd found the style of your hair
I guess tonight i'll take, i'll take these troubles to
The rocking chair

So i'll take these high-heeled shoes
And yes i'll take these traditional views
I'll take this deep despair
Of a 30 year old square, to the rocking chair

Here i sit, here i sit
Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit
Here i stand, here i stand
Torn between the balding drunk and no man's land

And they'll tell you when you've reached your peak
Where the wolf-whistle rung there's a deafening shriek
Blowing kisses into thin air
I guess tonight i'll take, i'll take these troubles to
The rocking chair

So i'll take this awkward stance
And i'll take this sexless dance
I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square
To the rocking chair

Am i skinny? a shade too fat?
Mmmm...my friend the cat knows all about that
Am i happy?
(here i sit, here i sit)
Just a little sad
(looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit)
Mmmm...my friend the cat knows all about that
Am i skinny?
(here i walk, here i walk)
A shade too fat?
(looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk)
My friend the cat knows all about that