A Brighter Beat
Now youve gone and left me and theres nothing here
But a tenner in my pocket and a fridge full of beer
Theres an army around the country, were all stuck in our rooms
It takes a lot of preparation to make a move
Out the door
Down the stairs
To the close
Down the street
On the bus
To the pub
And there people meet
But Id rather sit and stare and wonder what might happen there
If I could move my head in time with a brighter beat
Now theyve gone and left us
And were not here
Just the ghosts of the people they once held dear
Were an army around the country, were all stuck in our rooms
It takes a lot of desperation to make a move
Out the door
Down the stairs
To the close
Down the street
On the bus
To the pub
And there people meet
But wed rather sit and stare and wonder what just happened there
If we could move our heads in time with a brighter beat
