The bleakness described by the narrator describes a feeling of worthlessness and the nonsense he perceives in the world around him.
A unique mixture of the old and the new - simultaneously combining a contemporary style with a twist of classic rock, while in places harking back to the glory
dEEP sET is me.
Lyrics
Looking at another day, tackle it another way
Happy on the outside, worried on the inside
Everybody has to see everybody has the need
Experiencing everything, foraging, tunnelling
Yadda yadda all they say, filling up another day
Hate to see myself that way, inevitable anyway
Moving up moving on, can I write another song?
Can I write another one, and on and on and on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Looking out the window, everything is go-slow
I can see a young man topping up his sun-tan
Can he hear the church bell, what in heaven, what the hell?
Does he feel the same aswell, sympathetic parallel?
Will this lonely young man turn into an old man
Holding out a tin can. Luck, schmuck, give a damn
Can I make a difference, can we make a difference
Tell me that it's nonsense, am I making sense?
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Sick of always fiddling, feeling fair-to-middling
Be nice to your siblings, grandpa's always dribbling
Jump into a plane and, stranger in a strange land
No-one forcing my hand, sink my head in new sand
Tell them that I'll go away, tell them that I can't stay
Live to see another day, and if I do I'll run away
I could be your best friend, I could be your only friend
Come and be my new friend, shall we start again?
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
