Felt Better Alive

I gave my nights up for old songs, sound better alive

I gave my life over to old songs, sound better alive

I dredged the mouth of the Humber, felt better alive

Slipped unnoticed across your border, felt better alive

The song it skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all I want as it comes together

Sing the melody

I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs

Felt better, oh my

I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs

Was a hell of a night

There's a song he skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all at once it came together

In sacred melody

And I'd always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only cowboys can

But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky fell low over north London and it hangs low until this day

I dreamt of gunfights in Toledo, when I opened my eyes

I was in the layby north of Telford, an A-road layby

And as the tour had gunked and jumped along, seemed to fall apart

Then all at once ran true as a lay-line under sacred Albion

And I had always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only a cowboy can

But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky hangs low over Margate sands

And it hangs low, yeah