I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy
But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room
Face down in the last ditch, my natural home
I can do that but I don't really want to.
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth
But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats.
Increasing doubt, decreasing hope
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind.
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.