Prodigal Song

Every day I wake up I see
Footprints on the ceiling
Didn't realise they came from me

I sometimes like to sit back and shell
Cockles in the evening
Maybe find my way to Honalee

Well it's ha---
And I'm a wa---

If I told my story
Then you wouldn't believe me
Cos the things they see
Kinda hard to perceive
So I stop my talking
Now draw back the curtain
And think in minded that I'm
Happily certain
Happily certain

She's watching my head spin round

It can't be that easy sharing
Someone else with me, man
Go and find yourself out on the street
You're about as welcome here as
Scurvy on a seaman
Heavens closed, dont make us obsolete

Well it's ha---
And I'm a wa---

If I told my story
Then you wouldn't believe me
Cause the things they see
There gonna hard to perceive
So I stop my talking
Now draw back the curtain
And think in minded that I'm
Happily certain
Happily certain