More on the page than in the glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin,

Wasting all his cash,
It’s a big fucking con to just save it for the crash,
A big difference between being great and being fast,
Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh,
Your fear’s not a stance, how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash?
I’m vacant from the faff,
Still aching from my 10k,
Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble,
I got way too many takers on a pack,
I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden,
Debating what i shouldn’t, they’re saying what i wouldn’t but i’m saying what they can’t,
We take it farther than they can, for the father of my grandkids, harvesting the land,
Hourglass full of sand,

More on the page than in that glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin,

Born in the general not the royal,
They don’t know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil,
Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil,
A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain’t better the oil,
You’re more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified,
I brought a bit of foresight,
I sort of think the soil should swallow us up,
At night i seen it,
Now i’m in to cycles not repeating,
I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed,
A sight you never seen seldom find you when you’re sleeping,
The light will set the scene, action not for some,
That's my fee, I won’t receive a fraction of the sum,
What’s best for me?
Let the stream pass my feet or just paddle through the mud?
Battling the clock whilst savouring the past, i got the nack the blood,

More on the page than in that glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin.