Somewhere between The cows and the concrete the asphalt and the sky That's where I'll be And if you don't here from me know that I am doing fine. No what defines me? Does this skin and bone labour too hard to find all of the dreams That others forgo for the sake on an easy ride? Perhaps that's naive Of them or of me I'm not sure I'm so sure anymore I used to climb trees, I don't do that anymore Perhaps that's cos I'm wiser now Or maybe I'm just scared I might fall I awoke at half past four again, rolled over in my bed; What the hell am I doing awake at this ungodly hour? The moon plays his part why on earth can't i play mine? Cos you are not here with me at this ungodly hour So lay me down in a field of heather someplace that's far from here I miss your warm body darling - I miss it most this time of year The sun just hurts my eyes! I know that it gives you delight But you are not here with me awake at this ungodly hour