(Heaton/Rotheray)
I came in here, just to see his guilty face
I`m just checkin`
He`s been dead twenty years but I sort of miss the chase
I`m just checkin`
I`ve seen folk just like her, pop their noses round the door
They`re just checkin`
If this is where their husband was between 1 and 4
They`re just checkin`
Nothing hits so definite, hits so hard
When he`s moved from Old White Hart
and he`s doing the Old Graveyard
We`re running a check. On the love we had taken away
We`re running a check. That death wasn`t fortnight astray
Nothing hits so definite (repeat)
The mask of sobriety for afternoons he`d save
I`m just checkin`
If he could fool me regularly he`d certainly fool his grave
I`m just checkin`
I`ve seen those widows pray for the hunt that was taken away
They`re just checkin`
They pretend they`ve just popped by like they popped by yesterday
They`re just checkin`
I came round here in case he left a slate
No one settles up around here, like the widowed or the late
We`ve seen folk like you settle bills or family feuds
But no one`s bought a drink for those that death excludes
We`re just checkin`
We`re just thinkin`
We`re just sinkin`