A cigarette packet jumps at the match, nobody loves us anymore.
We’d rather eat ‘Mars Bars’ and drink milk.
Than have a “long-slow-***** against the wall”.

So what is happening to you?
What is happening to me?
We’d rather sit watching paint dry
and wait for the cow to jump over the moon.

Empty glasses wait to be filled and beer mats begged to be torn into two.
Looking around at the spots on the wall,
haven’t we been here before?

So much has happened we don’t wish to be seen,
hide behind papers and books.
While people get tortured and killed on the street,
We’d rather watch ‘Big Brother’ than believe it’s all real.

So what is happening to you?
What is happening to me?
We’d rather sit watching paint dry
and wait for the cow to jump over the moon.

Surrounded by people that neither of us know,
So cool and exciting, with places to go.
For them an adventure, a world to create.
For us the candle burns slowly, the flame soon is spent.

But I’m sure it’ll all go away.
If we close our eyes tightly and cross all our fingers.
The tooth-fairy will make it okay.
We’ll wake up tomorrow and it’s all been a dream.

But the sky is still grey and the sun’s gone to bed,
we just sit here and twiddle our fingers.
Can’t think of what to say, it’s all been said anyway.
It’s all been said in so many ways.

So what has happened to you?
What has happened to me?
We’d rather sit watching paint dry
and wait for the cow to jump over the moon.

Copyright: Gordon Warren (1991)