I had high hopes and had piled hopes high on top of them

At lunch I saw you playing skittles in the pub and you

Toppled them




You know how to desolate, you know how to desolate

You know how to desolate

And it's all just one big game to you



I had ambition and I think it really scared you

As you and your short sighted vision

Didn't want the competition






What would I do if you crossed in the street

Would I turn away or would I fall at your feet

Would I shoot you a knowing look

Or simply scratch out your eyes

I'm not gonna tell you now it's a surprise



I had the drive the determination but you slammed your foot on the brakes

You said I couldn't join your secret society

'Cause I didn't know any funny handshakes







Mike Ferguson & Robert Watson 2000