Flying Low

[Verse 1] Well, I'm flying low in London's fast days It's not the first time that you've heard it this way Maybe the last time you thought you could tell What you hoped for from the wishing well [Verse 2] In the parlour room In the parlour room [Verse 3] It's sad some of your love started that way That somebody that doesn't see it the same Who, where is he, where does he do? Seldom is home for you [Chorus] Right now, you got your life in your hands You spent your simple days counting them down Counting them down [Verse 4] This is the way that you heard it one day It's plain to me that I'm speaking the same Who, where are you, where do you do? Seldom, do you speak the truth?