My Wandering Days Are Over (Live)

You know my wandering days are over
Does it mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell me, I'm tired of listening to myself, yeah
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them

You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
The centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
With the louvre doors

My celibate days are over
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror with the steamy bathroom
And the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
In a monologue

Six months on, the winter's gone
A disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer and its sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy

It's got to be fate that's doing it
A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me
About the story of the way it should be
About the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer

My one man band is over
You hit the drum for the final time and you walked away
I saw you in a Japanese restaurant
You were doing it for businessmen on the piano, Belle
You said it was a living hell
You said you were in hell

Six months on, the winter's gone
A disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer and its sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Six months on, the winter's gone
A disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer and its sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Kind of lonely
Kind of stupid
Pretty vacant
Pretty seasick
Kind of lonely
Melancholy, melancholy