A Brighter Beat

Now you've gone and left me and there's nothing here

But a tenner in my pocket and a fridge full of beer

There's an army around the country, we're all stuck in our rooms

It takes a lot of preparation to make a move

Out the door

Down the stairs

To the close

Down the street

On the bus

To the pub

And there people meet

But I'd rather sit and stare and wonder what might happen there

If I could move my head in time with a brighter beat

Now they've gone and left us

And we're not here

Just the ghosts of the people they once held dear

We're an army around the country, we're all stuck in our rooms

It takes a lot of desperation to make a move

Out the door

Down the stairs

To the close

Down the street

On the bus

To the pub

And there people meet

But we'd rather sit and stare and wonder what just happened there

If we could move our heads in time with a brighter beat