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Switched lights off, for the very last time I took my mind off, continued in my prime I sat and listened, to all that was wrong And now it's over, someone's hit my gong Sat on the chair, with the paper and pen Writing my journal, but it doesn't make sense Sipping the tea, and tapping my foot I should've listened; this is how it was put Chorus: My phones got no signal and I'm stuck in the flat Every time I walk in I have to wipe my feet on the mat I don't mind trying 'cos I've done it before But now its time to go home My minds gone blank, yeah, with things to say But there's so much inspiration in my head today I'd like to release it all but it won't come out Sometimes I wonder what life's all about Bridge This place is in a tip And my minds in a dip The mugs on the table The foods on the floor I don't wanna hear that same song no more Songtexte Chorus Just a short walk, down the muddy path Faking a smile, to the garden staff Unbolt the shed, where our thoughts become real Hear the music, not knowing how to feel Tuning the guitar, to how it sounds best But it's not quite right, this I must confess Just the same, it used to feel so good But the recording, seems so misunderstood Chorus Bridge ...now its time to go home... Aus Songtexte Mania