This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave ("Behaviour", 1992)
Each morning after Sunblest Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic I waited by the staffroom In time for benediction
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave
To our voices nobody's listening We shiver in the rain by the touchline Then a coach ride to the station "My Lord, the carriage awaiteth!"
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how... how long?
I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again A litany of saints and other ordinary men Kneeling on the parquet, whatever has gone wrong? The fear and feeling hopelessness, I don't want to belong
I dreamt I was back in uniform And a candidate for examination History, someone had blundered And a voice rapped: "knuckle under!"
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how... and how... how long?