Finding Money

She said, “Meeting you’s just like finding money

It’s the kind of joy that reminds you of your cage.”

So he says, “I’m not being funny, but

I’m not the kind of boy that joy pays a living wage.”

And I’m like, “There’s no such thing as last trains

There’s just bigger gaps between them.”

So I say, “There’s no such thing as tears in the rain

If no one’s close enough to see them.”

And if we don’t give it a rattle they will turn us into cattle, oh…

Let’s find a face I know, A place to go

I came to take you home

Pebbledash house with a 2-step beat

Drunk parents ask me where I see myself

Sun goes up, sun goes down

My love for you will not be beaten

Pebbledash house with a 2-step beat

Dumb billboards ask me where I see myself

Sun goes up, sun goes down

My love for you will not be beaten

I see myself living in a cathedral of my own fantasies

All bathed in roses on the centre stage

I see myself in strangers’ houses, the subject of

Some lovelorn, fucked-up, drugged-up serenade

I see myself… and I think yeah boy, you could come of age

Directing death cults in the Everglades

Drinking Palomas and Perrier

Driving beauty queens on benzedrine to Gretna Green

My A65 Star’s British Racing Green

(…and then I woke up)

With a daughter we called ‘England’

In a town we named ‘Despair’

With a future forged from nothing

But a feeling in the air

(But what a feeling, what a feeling, oh…)

They’ll tell you no one comes from nowhere

And nothing means a thing

And nowhere that you’re going

Can compare to where you’ve been

They’ll tell ya no one comes from nowhere

And nothing means a thing

And nowhere that you’re going

Can compare to where you’ve been

And I say, “Fuck ‘em…”