A Brighter Beat

Now you've gone and left me and there's nothing here But a tenner in my pocket and a fridge full of beer There's an army around the country, we're all stuck in our rooms It takes a lot of preparation to make a move Out the door Down the stairs To the close Down the street On the bus To the pub And there people meet But I'd rather sit and stare and wonder what might happen there If I could move my head in time with a brighter beat Now they've gone and left us And we're not here Just the ghosts of the people they once held dear We're an army around the country, we're all stuck in our rooms It takes a lot of desperation to make a move Out the door Down the stairs To the close Down the street On the bus To the pub And there people meet But we'd rather sit and stare and wonder what just happened there If we could move our heads in time with a brighter beat