My Wandering Days Are Over

Belle And Sebastian

You know my wandering days are over


Does that mean that I'm getting boring?


You tell me


I'm tired of listening to myself now


I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them





You know my bip-bopping days are over


I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor


Now the centre of my so called being is


The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors





I said "My celibate days are over"


You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed


In the mirror of my steamy bathroom


Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue





Six months on, the winter's gone


The disenchanted pony


Left the town with the circus boy


The circus boy got lonely


It's summer, and it's sister song's


Been written for the lonely


The circus boy is feeling melancholy





It's got to be fate that's doing it


A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me


With the story of the way it should be


With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer





I said "My one man band is over"


I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away


I sew you in Japanese restaurant


You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle


You said it was a living Hell


You said that it was Hell