The Rocking Chair — текст песни (The Beautiful South)

(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