A Brighter Beat - Malcolm Middleton

Now you’ve gone and left me

And there’s nothing here

But a tenner in my pocket

And a fridge full of beer

There’s an army around the country

We’re all stuck in our rooms

It takes a lot of preparation

To make a move

Out the door, down the stairs

Out the close, down the street

On the bus to the pub

And there people meet

But I’d rather sit and stare

And wonder what might happen there

If I could move my head in time

With a brighter beat

Now they’ve gone and left us

And we’re not here

Just the ghosts of the people

They once held dear

We’re an army around the country

We’re all stuck in our rooms

It takes a lot of desperation

To make a move

Out the door, down the stairs

Out the close, down the street

On the bus to the pub

And there people meet

But we’d rather sit and stare

And wonder what just happened there

If we could move our heads in time

With a brighter beat