Last night I had too much to drink Sitting in a club with so many fools Playing to rules Trying to impress but feeling rather empty I had another drink Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink
What a way to spend that evening They all turn up with their friends Playing the game But in the scene I should have been Far away Away - away - away - away - away Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before I open the door to an empty room Then I forget
The telephone rings and someone speaks She would very much like to go out to a show So what can I do - I can't think what to say She sees through anyway Away - away - away - away - away
Out of the front door I go Traffic's moving rather slow Arriving late, there she waits Looking very angry, as cross as she can be Be - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before I open the door to an empty room Then I forget
Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride Will the scaly armadillo Find me where I'm hiding Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Will the misty master break me Will the key unlock my mind Will the following footsteps catch me Am I really dying Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
In a churchyard by a river, Lazing in the haze of midday, Laughing in the grasses and the graze. Yellow bird, you are alone In singing and in flying on, In laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water, Waving to the river daughters, Swaying in the ripples and the reeds. On a trip to Cirrus Minor, Saw a crater in the sun A thousand miles of moonlight later.
Wasting my time, Resting my mind And I'll never pine For the sad days and the bad days When we was workin' from nine to five. And if you don't mind I'll spend my time Here by the fire side In the warm light and the love in her eyes. And if you don't mind I'll spend my time Here by the fire side In the warm light of her eyes
I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and Things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why. I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room full of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Produced by Pink Floyd Released in US October 30, 1971 Released in UK November 13, 1971 Recorded in AIR Studios, EMI Abbey Road Studios and Morgan Sound, January and March through August 1971 Cover Design by Pink Floyd Inner sleeve photo by Hipgnosis Outer sleeve photos by Bob Dowling
You say the hill's too steep to climb Climb it. You say you'd like to see me try Climbing.
You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb That hill in my own way. Just wait a while for the right day. And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling. Merciless the magistrate turns 'round Frowning.
And who's the fool who wears the crown? And go down, in your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.
As I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind The sofa in San Tropez. Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand. Ridin' a wave In the wake of an old sedan.
Sleepin' alone in the Drone of the darkness, Scratched by the sand that Fell from my love, Deep in my dreams and I Still hear her callin' "If you're alone, I'll come home."
Backward and homebound, The pigeon, the dove, Gone with the wind And the rain, on an airplane. Owning a home With no silver spoon, I'm drinking champagne Like a good tycoon.
Sooner than wait for A break in the weather, I'll gather my far-flung Thoughts together. Speeding away On the wind to a new day. And if you're alone I'll come home.
And I pause for a while By a country style And listen to the things they say. Diggin' for gold With a hoe in my hand. Open a book Take a look at the way things stand.
And you're leading me down To the place by the sea. I hear your soft voice Calling to me. Making a date for Later by phone And if you're alone I'll come home.
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