So this is where we’re at
We’ve done the this and that
Meddled with the tit for tat
Behaved like the drowning rat
So this is how we are
We pushed ourselves too far
We stopped looking for the star
And drove West in the motor car
Would that October
Could be any other time
Would that to stay sober
Could twist me down the line
Would that February
Was also less weight
Would that to be merry
Could open the gate
But this is where we’re at
We missed out on getting back
Settled for defence, or attack
Behaviour of the downright prat
But this is how we are
We raised too high the bar
Stopped smelling molten tar
Drove East in the motor car
