Lyrics The Beautiful South – The Rocking Chair

Here I walk, here I walk
Looking for an angel’s wings in the den of the hawk

Here I am, here I am
With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan

And you thought you’d found your own little look
How I misjudged, how I mistook
And you thought you’d found the style of your hair
I guess tonight I’ll take, I’ll take these troubles to
the rocking chair

So I’ll take these high-heeled shoes
And yes I’ll take these traditional views
I’ll take this deep despair
Of a 30 year old square, to the rocking chair

Here I sit, here I sit
Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit
Here I stand, here I stand
Torn between the balding drunk and no man’s land

And they’ll tell you when you’ve reached your peak
Where the wolf-whistle rung there’s a deafening shriek
Blowing kisses into thin air
I guess tonight I’ll take, I’ll take these troubles to
The rocking chair

So I’ll take this awkward stance
And I’ll take this sexless dance
I’ll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square
To the rocking chair

Am I skinny? A shade too fat?
Mmmm…My friend the cat knows all about that
Am I happy?
(here I sit, here I sit)