Tom's Shoe Repair

Up the dark back stairs in the smell of glue from the
shoe repairs
Feeling the way up to the smokestack apartment
Where you live and I stay
I’ve only got a half an hour here, I’ll tell you so you know
I was across the street in the record shop
When I heard I had to go Alone, with the way that I’m feelin' it so Realising that it’s over
What are you saving it for?
Batteries, ill at ease, you’re counting sheep
backwards
Now they’re dying out, slow to fade
Lyin down here listening to the orcas
And resemblances of waves
Inland on this island of history, Mr. Bean, biscuits
And cemeteries
And watchin' the shopkeepers watchin' their shops
'Cause they’re the only ones that ever talk to me When the lines start drifting apart
Realising that it’s hard
What are you saving it for
When lines come hard
Alone, and the lines start drifting apart
Realising that it’s hard
What are you saving it for
When the lines come hard
You know with the way that I’m feelin' it so You know with the way that I’m feelin' it so You know when lines start ripping apart
You’d be lyin if you said that it’s not hard
What are you settling for
When the lines come hard
You know
Don’t know