(Difford/Tilbrook)
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢re banging your drum
You blow your own trumpet
Your ship came in
And your fanfare sunk it
The tide has turned, our loveâ"š¬â"ž¢s gone forever
I stand on the shore
As it floats down the river
I had such hopes
I had such visions planned
The frames were shot
But now our futureâ"š¬â"ž¢s canned
I had my hopes so high
They fell right down
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m banging my head
You watch without malice
(You watch with no interest at all)
I bet all your friends
Compare this to â"š¬í…"Dallasâ"š¬?
(I might as well talk to a brick wall)
So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
So Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll once again
Have to play the wild rover
Do I need all this pressure
Do I bury my temper