Hot, sticky vinyl in the afternoon
We left Birmingham on the 4th of June
Under a red sky - I should have known
We were going nowhere - nowhere like home
And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place
With a drink in my hand and a long face
Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep
In the dark, flipping channels on the TV
I'm still hoping that there's something more
"Bless your heart, child," ain't that the truth?
You don't miss it much till you cut it loose
It wasn't long before we fell
Threw all our money down the wishing well
And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place
With a drink in my hand and a long face, ooh ooh
Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep
In the dark, flipping channels on the TV
I'm still hoping that there's something more
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
And I'm sitting in the middle of the wrong place
With a drink in my hand and a long face, ooh ooh
Keeping track of all the hours that I can't sleep
In the dark, flipping channels on the TV
I'm still hoping that there's something more
I'm still hoping that there's something more
Ooh ooh
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