Text: Therapy. Semi-Detached. The Boy's Asleep.

I think we should probably call it a night now
It's just as well 'cos, eh
'Cos we got a lot of things sorted out tonight
That needed sorting out, I suppose
I'll take a taxi home, I think I'll

Thanks for coming, mind your step on the way home
The roads are busy, tonight just pick the ones you know
Thanks for coming, stick to all the places you've been
Thanks for coming again

There's not really much difference between what you think and I think
It's just, who does it with most conviction, I suppose
But it's really hard to believe in what you have and what you're looking for

Thanks for coming, mind your step on the way home
The roads are busy, tonight just pick the ones you know
Thanks for coming, mind your step on the way home
The roads are busy, so pick the ones you know

Thanks for coming, mind your step on the way home
The roads are busy, tonight just pick the ones you know
Thanks for calling, mind your step on the way home
Find a God and thank him

Thanks for coming, mind your step on the way home
The roads are busy, tonight just pick the ones you know
Thanks for coming, mind the step on your way home
The path is crowded