rebuilding

I was thinking about how good it felt
Forced to guzzle whiskey
Dodging clouds of smoke
Telling dodgy jokes

I was thinking about how heavy
The duffels of cheap wine were
All the dancers drowning
It's chilly on the boat

Na na na na....

I was thinking about pound coins
Spending them on cider
Peeling back the labels
Watching your big eyes 

I walked alone to the nightclub
And looking 'round
I saw the trees on parade
I walked alone to the nightclub
I saw the flaming trees on parade

I was standing in the shower
Parting broken curtains
Riding the red buses
Are we getting in too late?

I walked alone to the nightclub
I walked alone
I saw the trees on parade
I walked alone 
Mispronouncing all the funny names 

I got drenched in dover

Words and music by michael johnson
© 1998 zubsongs, ltd.