Falling Off A Log - Tracey Thorn

Woke up this morning to the smell of rain

Tears running down your window pane

Little pictures on your telephone

To remind you that you’re not alone

Through the curtains see the breaking sun

Let you know you’re not the only one

With your eyes closed

You can count the fingers on one hand

You’ve been sleeping with the wrong man

Couldn’t see through the thick fog

And now you’re falling off a log

Looked at your diamond it was just a fake

Your heart was sleeping now it’s wide awake

And all your girlfriends in the living room

Sit and tell you it was never you

Trailing scoubidous and pokemon

Taxi’s here now so come on, come on

Let’s get out there

No looking back, it’s just history

You’ve been barking up the wrong tree

Now just follow your own nose

You can do it with your eyes closed

Count the fingers on one hand

You’ve been sleeping with the wrong man

Teaching tricks to an old dog

And now you’re falling off a log

Falling off a log

You can do it with your eyes closed