Think of all the things you've done
All the battles lost and won
An uncomfortable rest in your Sunday best
Father's twisted; lonely son
And you know you could have done it better
And you know you could have done it better
Eat your words and drink your tea
You blame you and you blame me
From breakfast toast to midday roast
Knowing, choosing not to see
And you know you could have done it better
And you know you could have done it better
Looking back to look ahead is not to look at all
So taking stock of all the knocks
You're waiting for a fall
You're waiting for a fall