I get out of bed at half past ten
Phone up a friend who’s a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you’re with me we’ll do some shopping
One day I’ll read or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test you can beat the rest
But I don’t like to compete or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal
I could leave you
Say goodbye
Or I could love you
If I try
And I could
And left to my own devices
I probably would
Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang if you want to belong
I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didn’t want to compete or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a Roundhead general
I could leave you
Say goodbye
Or I could love you
If I try
And I could
And left to my own devices
I probably would
Left to my own devices
I probably would
I would
I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book or should I take to the stage
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat
It’s not a crime when you look the way you do
The way I like to picture you
When I get home it’s late at night
I pour a drink and watch the fight
Turn off the TV, look at a book
Pick up the phone, fix some food
Maybe I’ll sit up all night and day
Waiting for the minute I hear you say
I could leave you
Say goodbye
Or I could love you
If I try
And I could
And left to my own devices
I probably would
Come on baby
Say goodbye
Or I could love you
If I try
And I could
And left to my own devices
I probably would
Left to my own devices
I probably would
Come on baby
Left to my own devices
I probably would