BULL-RUSH - Paul Weller



In a momentary lapse of my condition

That sent me tumbling down into a deep dispair

Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection

Until the rain cleared the air



Whe you wake to find that everything has left you

And the clothes you wear belong to someone else

See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line

Drifting into emptiness



There's a bullrushes outside my window

And their leaves whisper words in the breeze

Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbour

Catch the first boat that's coming in



Like a child to small to reach the front door handle

Or maybe just to scared to know what I would find

Now I feel I'm strong enough to take the slow ride

Not knowing when I will arrive



I do believe I'm going home

'Cause I don't call this place my own

I'm missing what I had

Happy times and sad

More than I ever thought could be