He spends his time Or may be half of his time Or part of his time wandering Around the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song And then stops to paint a picture of a frown Walking around Dan Treacy's smile Leaves you trying to decide Who's the victim, what's the crime? No rest for the mind that's seen it all before And I don't know where he lives But he's a myth of a man And Texas Bob the cameraman Is off to fix his suit before the show Yeah, but where did he go? To know when your time's up You flip the gla** and watch the hours quickening Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh In the back of the station Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering Well he speaks his mind He says "what is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes In the middle of the park When the underground is dark He's a poet, he's a lark He starts thinking About a place that no one knows And when the creeks run dry He stays frozen in time Strange lights in the sky Start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening He's listening He's listening And he's making up his mind He made his mind up To get things done and overcome He made his mind up Yeah he's going to let it go He made his mind up In the park and at the station He made his mind up Yeah, he's going to get it done, he made his mind up Ooh yeah, he's going to get it done He made his mind up Yeah, he's going to let it go, uh oh No matter the time Oh, oh When the creeps run by Oh no He's making his mind up Oh, oh, oh, oh [Outro] Yeah, he's going to get it done whoa Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh Yeah, he's going to listen to his soul Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say "Come here boy, look me in the eye" Bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy