Now you've gone and left me
And there's nothing here
But a tenner in my pocket
And a fridge full of beer

There's an army around the country
We're all stuck in our rooms
It takes a lot of preparation
To make a move

Out the door, down the stairs
Out the close, down the street
On the bus to the pub
And there people meet

But I'd rather sit and stare
And wonder what might happen there
If I could move my head in time
With a brighter beat

Now they've gone and left us
And we're not here
Just the ghosts of the people
They once held dear

We're an army around the country
We're all stuck in our rooms
It takes a lot of desperation
To make a move

Out the door, down the stairs
Out the close, down the street
On the bus to the pub
And there people meet

But we'd rather sit and stare
And wonder what just happened there
If we could move our heads in time
With a brighter beat