Look at me now, Lord Muck with a heart of stone
Breaking the ice on the telephone
Never give in, high hope is a precious thing
Then if you like I'll drive you home
Out of the ordinary, thrown into solitary
Crazy and alone...

Out of the sweat-box, into the cold
Watching that roller-coaster roll
Gonna ride that train 'til I find some space again
At the bottom of my soul
Look at me now, Lord Muck with a heart of stone
Freezing on the phone...

So let's get real tonight 'cos I know where I belong
And everything is alright when everything is wrong...

Look at me now, blind drunk with a broken glass
Running to catch the morning mail
Any excuse, though you know that it ain't no use
When the magic starts to fail
Out of the sweat-box, into the cold
Watching that roller-coaster roll...

So let's get real tonight 'cos I know where I belong
And everything is alright when everything is wrong...

Out of the ordinary, thrown into solitary
Crazy and alone...

So let's get real tonight ’cos I know where I belong
And everything is alright when everything is wrong...

© 1999 Words and Music by David Fisher

Musicians

Tim Bradshaw
Loops, Electric Guitars, Bass, Organ, Backing Vocals

David Fisher
Lead and Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Martin Gregory
Drums, Percussion