Lyrics

[Verse 1] He spends his time Or maybe half of his time Or part of the time wandering Around the creeks and cobble stones of Hackney lanes With a tear in his eye As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song And then stops to paint a picture of a frown Walking around [Verse 2] Dan Treacy's smile Leaves you trying to decide Who's the victim, what's the crime? No rest for the mind that's seen it all before And I don't know where he lives But he's a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman Is off to fix his suit before the show Yeah, but where did he go? [Bridge 1] To know when your time's up You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh In the back of the station Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering Well, he speaks his mind, he says, "What is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes [Verse 3] In the middle of the park When the underground is dark He's a poet, he's a lark He starts thinking about a place that no one knows And when the creeks run dry He stays frozen in time Strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening, ooh He's listening, ooh He's listening, ah And he's making up his mind [Bridge 2] (He made his mind up) To get things done and overcome (He made his mind up) Yeah, he's gonna let it go (He made his mind up) In the park and at the station (He made his mind up) Yeah, he's gonna get it done (He made his mind up) Ooh yeah, he's gonna get it done (He made his mind up) [Bridge 3] Yeah, he's gonna let it go, ooh-ooh No matter the time, oh, oh When the creeps run by, oh no He's making his mind up, oh, oh, oh, oh [Outro] Said, yeah, he's gonna get it done, woah-oh Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry, woah-oh Say, yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul Say, yeah, when the creeps walk by "Come here boy, look me in the eye" Bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy