North Circular

Locked out, like a dog in the rain
 Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of change
 To a bus's mercy in the early morning light
 What did you do on Saturday night?
 Please take me back to where I used to be
 The road we used to share together, you and me
 I can't say if we're true or wrong
 All I can say is I know where I belong
 Post ties, family, white lines, and The Irish Times
 The men who drink in a-road pubs and wraith flies
 All lost in the same sea
 I hear them say it's all yours, maestro if you just give in to me
 Give in to me
 Suicide bridge an the morning watch
 The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
 And the roar of the spit on the roads, the central reservation
 The rapturous players at the petrol station
 I love the smell of the fumes coming through the window
 But you always rolled the window up
 So I'll have a cigarette and play with the crescendo
 I never knew but I had to give it up
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 These days I'm the wrong side of the window
 Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though
 These days I say sorry a lot more
 Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door
 But I still walk the same road at night
 Watch the same rain melt the same lights
 Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
 How many late nights does it take you to change?
 Always thought you were holding me back
 But it turns up you were just holding me together, well
 I'm make a move, with some big time crescendo
 I walked for years in the hills of a hero
 Suicide bridge in the morning watch
 The roll fuse and fake wires and things that pick up and kick off
 And the roar of the spit on the road, the central reservation
 The rapturous players at the petrol station
 Come down over the hill, the lights in the distance glimmering
 Will shine a light for me and a little for you, too
 Or so I thought
 Or so I thought
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 These days on the wrong side of the window
 Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in, though
 These days I say sorry a lot more
 Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door
 But I still walk the same streets at night
 Watch the same rain melt the same lights
 Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
 How many late nights does it take you to change?