Liverpool is my hometown
But Glasgow is my home...

They try to knock your confidence
And they mess with your self view...

I don't have the things my woman desires
Don't have what it takes to raise her fires...

Fishermen standing upon the waters edge
Some on the grass, some on a ledge...

So many times, I've been here before
Head in my hands, Sitting on the floor...

As soon as we hang up the phone
I feel my eyes begin to swell...

Laying here
With my earphones pressed right into my ears...

Happy birthday to me
All it means is another year...

No words are ever enough or could ever come close
To defining or explaining my love for you...

My love, she is not from this world
Fell from the heavens did she...

I go mad at her
And I accuse her...

The branches of the trees
They hardly move...