Music: Tom Mcgreevy/Evan David Lewis
Rumpled, grey-faced alcoholics
In the off-track betting place
Feel a kinship with them, truly
Though we play for different stakes
There's a feeling when I'm walking
Down the old street, past your place
But the feeling that I'm feeling
Never really goes away
Always there, always there
Always there, always there
See him in the city centre
See him getting off the train
See him have the smallest problem
Doesn't leave the house for days
There's a feeling that he's feeling
That is absurd on its face
But the feeling that he's feeling
Never really goes away
Always there, always there
Always there, always there
Always there, always there
Always there, always there