The Attic - Paul Weller

Taken by the sun’s glare

I could no longer see

It clear

All day long I’m lonely

Waiting by the phone dear

To call — Baby come home

Round and round and round I go

Lounging round this town y’know

Hanging by this wall on show

But what it shows — I just don’t know

Round and round and round I go

Lounging round this town y’know

Hanging by this wall on show

But what it shows — I just don’t know

I fall into the ashes

And crash back through the attic

At home — baby come home

Waiting for you only

Waiting for you only