I Think Of My Pile Of Old

One Need Hardly Dwell On The Catastrophic Possibility Of Uttering A Bantering Remark Only To Discover It Wholly Inappropriate

All You Decent, Well-meaning Gentlemen, Let Me Ask You, Have You Any Idea What Sort Of Place The World Is Becoming All Around You? The Days When You Could Act Out Of Your Noble Instincts Are Over. Except Of Course, You Here In Europe Don't Yet Seem To Know It.

Even The Solitude, I've Actually Grown To Quite Like... I Do Like The Feeling Of Getting Into My Little Car, Knowing For The Next Couple Of Hours I'll Have Only The Roads, The Big Gray Sky And My Daydreams For Company.

When We Lost Something Precious, And We'd Looked And Looked And Still Couldn't Find It, Then We Didn't Have To Be Completely Heartbroken. We Still Had That Last Bit Of Comfort, Thinking One Day, When We Grow Up, And We Were Free To Travel Around The Counry, We Would Always Go And Find It In Norfolk...and That's Why Years And Years Later, That Day Tommy And I Found Another Copy Of That Lost Tape Of Mine In A Town On The Norfolk Coast, We Didn't Just Think It Pretty Funny; We Both Felt Deep Down Some Tug, Some Old Wish To Believe Again In Something That Was Once Close To Our Hearts.

Even At The Time, I Realised This Couldn't Be Right, That This Interpretation Didn't Fit With The Rest Of The Lyrics. But That Wasn't An Issue With Me. The Song Was About What I Said, And I Used To Listen To It Again And Again, On My Own, Whenever I Got The Chance.