One Hundred Things - Deacon Blue

Poorly — you’re more than poorly jimmy

More than that worse than that

This is a case of photographs

Smudged and dropped and laughed at

Here’s some things that came in post

Letters never sent but wrote

Shelves of books not opened

Browsed in and bored you unlocked things

That should have been fastened down

To be burned to be burned jimmy to be gone forever

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

Long night walking hills

Scratched and cut and bruised and hurt

With all your tension and your guilt

Stories of the berr and care and speed you spilled

Pleased at your speaking and worried by the content

About this love and this land and this firmament

Forgotten how to dream started just to scream

Forgotten to return to return jimmy to fight your way back

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

Tired well i’m tired too jimmy

More than that i’m angry at that

Well now that i’m finished

This small town world seems so moch bigger

Between jobs and flags and parliaments

But our small time world seems bigger

And maybe more worth fighting for

Maybe at the heart of things

They’ll be clowns and we’ll be kings

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you’re down town raking bins

Through carry-outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things

Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things