I'm used to Glen Field road
These streets have too many names for me
That creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night
And I'm wondering around with a half pack of cigarettes
I'm used to Glen Field road
Life is good and the girls are gorgeous
These streets have too many names for me
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
I'm used to Glen Field road
Songwriters: Sarah Ruth Erasmus, Paolo Giovanni Nutini, Peter Geoffrey Wilkinson
I look at the people as they sit there alone
From the dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
And spending my time down in Orchy
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
And it's harder than you think to believe this sadness
I fight with my brain to believe my eyes
Where'd the days go? When all we did was play
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know, I know, I know
Life is good and the sun is shining
Publishers: RESTLESS MUSIC LTD., WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC PUBLISHING LT
From walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
Trying to pretend that they've got some space
You see millions of people with millions of cares
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
'Cross the border, into the big bad world
And spending my time down in Orchy
And spending my time down in Orchy
These streets have too many names for me
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall
'Cause you keep telling me so
And spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
Just to stumble across another poor old soul
And spending my time down in Orchy
And I'm wondering around with a half pack of cigarettes
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glen Field road
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
I'm used to Glen Field road
Where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road