Woozy With Cider (Jon Hopkins Remix)

I watch the park quieten from the hotel window

I hear you softly sleep amongst the cars and saluting songbirds

For a city whose size had scared me for years

Right now it's a feeble evening row

Not un-similar to a beach evening ending

On the table to my left there's a magazine with a picture of dead monkey

Making a mockery of what I'd call art

But what would I know about the scene in the city

That has swallowed up friends, lovers and family

Just give me a village the size of a teacup

You're happier here spread out with your eyes closed

I feel I should order a drink in celebration to welcome the summer

Whose first day is ending

Should you wake you'd catch me of course

And ask me the wisdom of drinking once more

I cast me mind back to yesterdays wedding

Where we got drunk and fell over

I did my best to be polite to a family I'd never met

But on numerous occasions, I guess, I could have tried harder

Of course by the end of the night

I was a best friend with everyone and every ones wife

But right now I couldn't remember their names

No matter how hard I try

As the sun glares through the hotel window

I wonder of our future and where it will lead to

I wonder if you'll be laying there

10 years 20 years 30 years down the line

I'll still be staring out at the street confused about love and life

It'll be interesting to see if anyone ever bought those songs of mine

If anyone heard those words that I never got quite right

I think I can be honest in presuming

The world is not exactly going to be leaping out its bed

To make me rich using my songs in adverts

Selling oranges or lemons

Who knows I may end up owning the whole street

Or more likely sleeping under tree in the park opposite

Would the runners keep me awake

Or would I keep them asleep

I'd hope I have the sense to move back home

As lovely as today is

I'd imagine the winter would be rather cold

I'd been told for years that the devil had the best tunes

And that the devil lived down here

Whereas us country folk weren't worth the salt from the road

Ex pat magazine editors who choose to loose their temper

On the easily persuaded northern town dwellers

And sure enough 99 percent of the people I meet

Have scant regard for entertaining me

It seems I'm too old too slow too quiet and just wrong

And I'm glad

In their c*****e fuelled electronic cabarets

I'll be the man at the bar drinking overpriced whiskey

From a bar maid who's to good to catch my eye

She only works here two nights a week

The rest of the time she's a singer in a rock and roll band

I bet she'd change her tune

If I told her my album had peaked at number 172

And that I also had friends who worked in bars

And that didn't define who they are

Though it certainly helps their capacity to drink

But I've strayed off the subject

Now I'll be leaning over and waking you up

And you'll squint at me through the cracks between your eyelids

Woozy with cider

As if you're asking exactly where we are

And exactly what I wanted

And I'll be happy because

We won't be taking anything too seriously