Song For Dan Treacy

He spends his time or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song then stops to paint a picture of a frown walking around Dan Treacy's smile leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime? no rest for the mind that's seen it all before and I don't know where he lives but he's a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman is off to fix his sit before the show yeah, but where did he go? to know when your time's up you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening in the back of the station fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering well he speaks his mind he says "what is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes In the middle of the park when the underground is dark, he's a poet he's a lark he starts thinking about a place that no one knows and when the creeks run dry he stays frozen in time strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening he's listening and he's making up his mind he made his mind up to get things done and overcome he made his mind up yeah he's gonna let it go he made his mind up in the park and at the station he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna get it done he made his mind up ooh yeah he's gonna get it done he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh no matter the time oh oh when the creeps run by oh no he's making his mind up oh oh oh oh yeah he's gonna get it done whoa oh oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul, yeah, when the creeps walk by and say "come here boy, look me in the eye" bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy