My Wandering Days Are Over

You know my wandering days are over

Oh, does that mean that I'm getting boring? You tell me

I'm tired of listening to myself, yeah

I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them

You know my bip-bopping days are over

I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor

The centre of my so-called being is

The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors

With the louvre doors

You know my celibate days are over

You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed

In the mirror of my steamy bathroom

Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

In a monologue

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer and its sister's songs

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

It's got to be fate that's doing it

A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me

With the story of the way it should be

With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer, yeah

You know my one man band is over

I hit the drum for the final time and then walked away

I saw you in a Japanese restaurant

You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle

You said it was a living hell

You said you were in hell

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer and its sister's songs

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer and its sister's songs

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Kinda lonely

Kinda stupid

Really for me

Can you love me?

Pretty lazy

Pretty lonely

Melancholy

Melancholy

And so lonely

Melancholy

I get lonely