Same

I’ve watched lines and lines of railway lines

Blurring as they shoot past train windows

I’ve sat stationary on the motorways of this world

Staring at discarded shoes

I wanna carry a card - just like a donor card that says:

In the event of an accident please take my shoes with me

I watch the traffic through yesterday’s rain

I watch the neighbourhood through distorted panes

I’ve looked at CD artwork through scratchy grey plastic

And seen pictures of dinners on tins

I’ve been up I’ve been down I’ve spent a fortune in pubs

And I’ve bitten my nails to the quick

And if I’ve ever seen such a thing as life in the raw

It was wearing a polyester suit

See I was brought up on bland

Schooled in mundane

We never had fancy 

When we could’ve had plain 

I was brought up on hard up

Schooled in forget it

We never knew different

We only knew same same same

I gazed into a sink full of water the other night 

When I was stoned at home all alone

It felt like I’d been there forever

Stoned at home all alone

I’ve read reasons into sequences of things that went in threes

I’ve seen my future written in tea leaves

And I believe in make believe 

I read my stars and I swallow every word

And when they’re not so good I twist them 

Into something that’s OK

I’ve spent half my life waiting for a bus that never came

I could’ve walked it by now but it’s possibly to late

I’ve worked on being stupid 

I’ve cultivated mindlessness

And giving the wrong impression where appearances count

But I know exactly where I come from

Though I’ve lied about where I’ve been

It’s not that it’s not good enough - 

It’s just that it’s no fun

See I was brought up on bland

Schooled in mundane

We never had fancy 

When we could’ve had plain

I was brought up on hard up

Schooled in forget it

We never knew different 

We only knew same same same

In the school of mundane we knew 

Same

© Eric Goulden / Wreckless Eric / Fire Publishing