[Verse 1]
It still feels empty on the inside
When you've had enough to eat
It's guaranteed to make you bitter and older
It's the truth before you go to sleep, oh
It's reminiscing about the street where you lived as a kid
It's playing songs by the band you were once in
It's following bad sitcoms on the tube
And going supermarket shopping, and it's just you alone

[Chorus: Jonathan Bree & Heather Mansfield]
(La la la, la la-la la la-la)
(La la la, la la-la la la-la)
With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la)
You can listen to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la)

[Verse 2: Jonathan Bree]
It's getting paranoid over a joke you never got
Holding down a 9-to-5, wishing for a reason to just stop

[Chorus: Jonathan Bree & Heather Mansfield]
(La la la, la la-la la la-la)
(La la la, la la-la la la-la)
With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la)
You can listеn to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la)
[Outro: Jonathan Bree & Heather Mansfield]
Some creep [?] go vaudеville
With backdrops, stage props and pyrotechnics too
He's cashing in all those chips tonight, and then he's going solo
(La la la, la la-la la la-la)