Another Year lyrics

rambling 'round your city streetsI feel no earth beneath my feetand I feel my lifeis crumbling into, into the seabut I can't swimthree thousand milesso all I have is lonely nightsI'm an englishmanlost in the usaand it's a long way back homesuch a long way back homeand I'm wonderingwhere am I gonna goline's dead -- operator's goneand now the fear is coming onand I hear my lovewondering where have I

Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell

I'm thinking of taking
the easy way out
open the window
I'll fall to the ground
I could do it -- wouldn't be much too it

I gotta little place here in the city
it's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
and there's a lot of us living here
wall to wall in one big house

and when the night comes 'round

you know I thought I could live without youI thought I could get alongbut I never realized that I could be so wrongwas I a fool to leave youor was I a fool to let you go?doesn't seem to matter much now babyI should have never let you goI want you backI want you backand I will never stop until I got you back, aah, aahI wander the road where we used to walkand lotsof people pass bythey all look like

Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell

he sees her at the same time every night
at the mexican discotheque
she gives him french kisses
he gives her french cigarettes
they sit at the same table every time
the lights are low
but their eyes shine
just digging the music from those sweet soul bands

she keeps him outta fights
holds on to his hand

Ev'rybody knows down Ladbroke Grove

You have to leap across the street

You can lose your life under a taxi cab

You gotta have eyes in your feet

You find a nice soft corner and you sit right down

Take up your guitar and play

Then the police come and say move along

So you move along all day.

I'm a one man band

Nobody cares or understands.

Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell

on the old dirt road
without a care
gotta sixpence in my pocket
oh I'm a millionairre
oh and I would do anything to go back there

on the old dirt road
oh my brother and me
we make a mess all weekend
till sunday eve
oh and I am travelling through the past
oh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass

Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell

have you seen the old men
that lean on the walls
of salvation halls
in the streets of your town

you can't have missed
the vagrant
he is the rubble
he is the trouble you want to remove

in the parks about sundown
he makes his bed
his shoes are a pillow for his head

have you seen the young men
that look so old

Leo Sayer & David Courtney
he says he doesn't care
to the girl with the painted hair
and staggers through the angry crowd
like it isn't there
feels like a wall of sound
as he crashes down
no one stops to look when he hits the ground
we're the nouveau rich
on a one way trip
living out on a razor's edge
just to get our kicks
we're gonna take a stand
till the world is in our hands

Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell
southdown motor co
2a bus
you can see right inside
my parent's house
sitting at the table and my dinner's up
it's gonna be different when
the kid's grown up
gonna save some money
and quit this job
light the way
clear the stage
the kid's grown up
used to play in the underground
hyde park
now I'm riding in a limousine
through the underpass

Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell

the rain is falling through the window
down the walls on the floor
I'm sitting in a station and I'm wondering
ooh can it rain any more
when you're so far down
there's no getting up again
oh I'm so alone
and I'm to blame

unlucky in love
unlucky in love
guess it always ends up that way
unlucky in love
unlucky in my life