Dog on the wall is looking at me
As the clock keeps ticking away
I've read all the leaflets on the notice board
But they ain't got nothing to say
The birds leave the trees
Like the leaves on the breeze
To the sound of a slide trombone
And the hill top view
Is a world I knew
That used to be my second home
In a crowd where I could be alone
Everything changes but it all stays the same
Nothing is different but the name
Of the game
Dog on the wall is looking at me
As the clock keeps ticking away
I still can quote all the coins and notes
But I ain't got no money to pay
The stones on the mound
Make a rock star sound
As they crumble to the dust
While the chords they strum
And the song that's sung
Are the only words that I can trust
I might not want to but I really must
If you do what you've always done
You'll win what you've always won
Cos you know there's nothing new
Under the sun
Now the game's begun