Felt Better Alive

I gave my nights up for old songs

Sound better alive

I gave my life over to old songs

Sound better alive

I dredged the mouth of the Humber

Felt better alive

Slipped unnoticed across your border

Felt better alive

The song it skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all I want

As it comes together

Sing the melody

I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs

Felt better, oh my

Yeah, I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs

Was a hell of a night

There's song he skips and bumps along

Seems to fall apart, then all at once

It came together

In sacred melody

And I'd always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way, as only cowboys can

But my saddle strap snapped, like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky fell low over North London

And it hangs low until this day

I dreamt of gunfights in Toledo

When I opened my eyes

I was in the layby north of Telford

An A-road layby

And as the tour had gunked and jumped along

Seemed to fall apart, then all at once

Ran true as a lay-line

Under sacred Albion

And I had always planned

To sing in a sweet and soulful way, as only a cowboy can

But my saddle strap snapped, like a dog-chewed tourniquet

And the sky hangs low over Margate sands

And it hangs low, yeah