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?