Lyrics

Heather's not alive anymore
She's all twists of smoke
Wrapped in a fake mink fur coat
And when she bolts inside
The Farewell Arms on a dismal night
No-one lifts their head at all
Except Jules

He drags a stool to the side
And says "hello"
"Not seen you for a while
Back when my eldest still took my calls"
"And did you notice I
Dyed my hair down the sides?"
She laughed then said "Yeah"
"You're looking young!"
And he said

"I used to be on the books
For Chelsea's U-16s!"
She smiled and thought
In a way, you know, I'm just the same:
I need something
I need to cling, I need to hang
I need something to cling to

"A dinner guest? I'd probably go... Keith Floyd!"
He laughed and thought 'Oh man
She just gets me, oh boy!
I need something
I need to cling, I need to hang
Give me something to cling to