Just when it falls apart and when it’s time to start, will you sit down here for another day? And when it’s time to be all the things that we are wishing away for another day. ‘Cos me and my soul we know where we’re going, we go where the grass is free, and the air is clean and the good times are growing. So take me away, just for today, ‘cos I’m sad here on my own. I’d like to be, under the sea, but I’ll probably need a phone.