Text: Ball Park Music. Black Skies.

Down that road
There's a man who's lived his whole life
Inside a rubber shoe
He doesn't know what to do

And young girls
Spend their life calling him outside
With a bag of coins
He doesn't know what to do

When the sun shines
Like butter cup he laces up
His tiny home
And makes for a new life in the city

Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are
Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

All night I waste
So much time signing dotted lines
In the bank each day
Oh yes i do silly me
And i see young men
Waste their youth acting all uncool in the back of a bar
Somewhere deep down in the city

Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are
Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are

Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are
Forgetting the black skies
Open your heart show us who you are

And when the policeman comes for him
I hope he's got his piece of paper
So he can prove that he is who he is
He's alive and nobody could say different
It'd be a shame if you knew no one
And you have to piss him back to nowhere
to nowhere to nowhere

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah