Something To Somebody

Here I stand, in Friday's clothes Monday morning and I haven't been home The smell of you stays on my hands It's time to get a day job The money's run out Got some part time work For a full time jerk? Something to somebody Something to somebody Birds are wheeling high Above your head Going back to sea Maybe I could be (something to somebody) Now the storm has passed Just drift away It's a dumb idea It's a great ideal to me (something to somebody) And I tell lies for your protection I see you, in the colours of a bruise Fading from the skin but the hurt is tatooed The way I care tears us apart Somebody will take care of you Of that something I'm certain These lies stick fast, nothing else lasts When every minute hangs, no one's waiting on your call Is that learning? It doesn't feel that way at all Fell the wind blow, down the Portobello Road Feeling unsteady on my own two feet again And now I turn like a weather vane Beg or cheat or borrow, the simplest things I follow Some things weren't meant to be, somebody's not me Something to somebody Something to somebody Birds are wheeling high...