Head in the Clouds

Head in the clouds Or under the weather More late nights Of the same old shite Than you care to remember Rough as a stone But light as a feather You're on top of the world Do you smile lookin' down inside With a lover They tell you nothin' is free Only thing guaranteed Is a load of palaver Head in the clouds Or under the weather Havin' your fun With two weeks in the sun And the rest is December But something's appearin' It's blurrin' your vision And it's cuttin' a shape Like a hot razor blade With a deadly precision Now you're caught in a game You don't know how to play But you win by decision The bonniest bondin' The craziest feelin' Down in your guts Where you hide all the things You don't want to be hearin' The feelin' is buildin' You try not to fight it So you try to be cool But then act like a fool You don't know how to hide it 'Cause it feels like a dream That you're through on goal In the final and skied it The answer is starin' Though you're no very clever You're still stupid enough to know That you can't run forever On your mind every day Gives the pain, goes away Anytime you're together Take a trip to the jungle Become a magician Find an army of wise Old cheermen and hope That they cure your condition No more satellite navigation To read your position I don't know If you're really in love But I have my suspicions --- Head In The Clouds - Gerry Cinnamon