Johnny Foreigner - The Hidden Song At The End Of The Record lyrics

I'm walking up to the door, but I don't think you've been home yet There was a record set and as the needle hits the groove How you'll never call in sick again, so get up Cos you and I were always sick in the morning Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for All in time So you get in bed and taking cheap shots at the weather See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral So put up with what you've got Cos you and I were always sick in the morning Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for All in time And talk to him So you get in bed and now you're holding sh** together See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral All in time (repeat)