When I call you will you tell me what to do   Cos I've reached a point where I depend on you   To supply me and rewind me every time that I go down   On the ground I see a face   It reminds me of a place I used to go   With you when I was a boy of seventeen   At least I think it was, if not somewhere between   That amount of fun I've not got   a lot of time to spare   Everywhere there's people staring   They think I am wearing funny clothes   Who knows, where I can go   For a meal there's a real restaurant in town      Who knows, where I can go   For a meal there's a real restaurant in town      I can see you looking through your little hole   In a wall just twice the thickness of the sole   On my shoe, I'm telling you you'd better all that I said   And be ready to go away   Anytime today