Record Store

Step into the great outdoors

After all it would be wrong to stay inside

I know

When the first chimney takes its chances

And despite their branches all the leaves decide

It's time to go

And cover up the crimes

Of the seasons passed before

Every footpath leads into another footpath

I can't find the place to stop

The endless chore

But it's time that I went visiting

These guys I know who've bought themselves a shop

A record store

A humble hole in the wall

Could you ever want for more?

I'll be hanging in the record store

Store

Store

Oh

Do they find me annoying?

My constant questions cloying?

Oh

I have seen you when your skies get overclouded

And your eyes are breeding grounds

For tears

You could do worse than come on down

To a place that's built to specialise in sounds

For sore ears

For years they'll search for other cures

Your life's a film, who writes the score?

I'll be hanging in the record store

Store

Store

Oh

What treasures in the shelves

For he who searches, she who delves

Astral physicists explain

The mysteries that surround it

But the record stays still

While the world spins around it

All the rest are vicious lies

Callous and unfounded

The record stays still

While the world spins around it

Yeah the record stays still

While the world spins around it

The record stays still

While the world revolves around it