Spirit Of The West - Waiting For Martin lyrics

I'm waiting for Martin, in a theatre that's darkened I found a secret box in Christchruch Bought a new pen making sure that it works He lives in two flats that stand back to back From here rang the bells of the submarine Squeezed out from amongst the figurines We hunt him down and flock to him from miles around Drop a soft bomb and a sketch book In for tea and a quick look At the Big Chill... At the Big Chill... He spies the trashcan, picks up a bottle and tosses it in Here where the two flats meet Here on the clean side of his street I'm standing with Martin amongst the crates and the cartons My head was spinning and it never stopped I got a rubber neck in this cracker joke shop And they, they walk him down A pilgrimage from world's around Marching with their pens and sketchbooks In for tea and one brave word With the Big Chill... With the Big Chill... With the Big Chill... With the Big Chill...