(difford/tilbrook)

Youre banging your drum
You blow your own trumpet
Your ship came in
And your fanfare sunk it
The tide has turned, our loves 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 futures canned
I had my hopes so high
They fell right down

Im 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 Ill once again
Have to play the wild rover

Do I need all this pressure
Do I bury my temper