The Rocking Chair

Here I walk, here I walk 
Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk 

Here I am, here I am 
With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan 

And you thought you'd found your own little look 
How I misjudged, how I mistook 
And you thought you'd found the style of your hair 
I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to 
the rocking chair 

So I'll take these high-heeled shoes 
And yes I'll take these traditional views 
I'll take this deep despair 
Of a 30 year old square, to the rocking chair 

Here I sit, here I sit 
Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit 
Here I stand, here I stand 
Torn between the balding drunk and no man's land 

And they'll tell you when you've reached your peak 
Where the wolf-whistle rung there's a deafening shriek 
Blowing kisses into thin air 
I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to 
The rocking chair 

So I'll take this awkward stance 
And I'll take this sexless dance 
I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square 
To the rocking chair 

Am I skinny? A shade too fat? 
Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that 
Am I happy? 
(here I sit, here I sit) 
Just a little sad 
(looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit) 
Mmmm...My friend the cat knows all about that 
Am I skinny? 
(Here I walk, here I walk) 
A shade too fat? 
(Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk) 
My friend the cat knows all about that