Lyrics

I could be tugging on the beard of science Like a cheeky schoolboy But I couldn't be bothered That's why I'm still in the box room Face down in the last ditch My natural home I Can Do That But I don't really want to Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers With a girl from Machynlleth But I'm down at the Children's Zoo Kicking off on the goats Increasing doubt – decreasing hope Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered