My Wandering Days Are Over

My Wandering Days Are Over Lyrics

You know my wandering days are overDoes that mean that I’m getting boring? You tell meI’m tired of listening to myself nowI’m tired of fixing things for michael and the rest of themYou know my bip-bopping days are overI hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floorNow the centre of my so called being isThe space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doorsI said my celibate days are overYou put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsedIn the mirror of my steamy bathroomWhere the lino tells a sorry story in a monologueSix months on, the winter’s goneThe disenchanted ponyLeft the town with the circus boyThe circus boy got lonelyIt’s summer, and it’s sister song’sBeen written for the lonelyThe circus boy is feeling melancholyIt’s got to be fate that’s doing itA spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging meWith the story of the way it should beWith the story of sebastian and belle the singerI said my one man band is overI hit the drum for the final time and I walked awayI sew you in japanese restaurantYou were doing it for business men on the piano, belleYou said it was a living hellYou said that it was hell