(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

You're banging your drum  

You blow your own trumpet  

Your ship came in  

And your fanfare sunk it  

The tide has turned, our love'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 future's canned  

I had my hopes so high  

They fell right down  



I'm banging my head  

You watch without malice  

(You watch with no interest at all)  

I bet all your friends  

Compare this to “Dallas”  

(I might as well talk to a brick wall)  

So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder  

So I'll once again  

Have to play the wild rover  



Do I need all this pressure  

Do I bury my temper