(intro B E B E, B E B E) B E B E I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy B E B E But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room B E B E Face down in the last ditch, my natural home B E B E E B C#m A (x2) I can do that but I don't really want to. E B Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap C#m A I used to think that it mattered E B But the low drone of the treadmill C#m A B E B E (x2) Is the sound of my hopes being shattered. B E B E I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth B E B E But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats. B E B E Increasing doubt, decreasing hope B E B E E B C#m A (x2) Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind. E B Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap C#m A I used to think that it mattered E B But the low drone of the treadmill C#m A Is the sound of my hopes being shattered. E B Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth C#m A I used to think that it mattered E B But the low drone of the treadmill C#m A (B E B E rpt) C#m Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.