11am he's already excited Pacing the flat, runs out to the park The city is wheezing, in the sun he's breathless He hits the ground hard, he laughs out loud I thought he had everything 11pm he gets too nervous Even with his friends and beer for company He runs out of bars to get fresh air He must get home before he breaks without reason I thought he had everything When he's home he plays tapes of 70s records He stares at the bookshelf, the off TV He hasn't any reason, no god to believe in Everything he sings doesn't help any more But if he was in love He'd have someone to shout at When you're in love You have someone to hit