(Ian Hunter)
I’ve been here before — this is where my fingers slipped into yours
This is where I trembled — when you touched mine
This is where the seeds we planted long ago
Grew up to tell us we’re too old to know
I’ve been here before — this is where the novelty starts wearing off, wearing off, wearing off
And all the world’s a stage — it’s just that I ain’t on it anymore, anymore
This ain’t Eastenders, this ain’t Eastenders, this ain’t Eastenders, it’s the real thing
What am I supposed to do now?
Crawl down the hole of monotony — monotony — monotony — monotony
The silence is deafening — the phone never rings
Won’t somebody help me cos — I feel like I’m drowning
If I should sink — if I should swim
It doesn’t really matter anymore — Dead man walkin’
I’ve been meaning to tell you for oh so long
Baby you got it right ‘n I got it wrong
Now I know what ageism means — you gotta try a little harder
you gotta be a little stronger
I’ve been here before — this is where nothing happens anymore, anymore, anymore,
Someone else’s rage — someone else’s pain
Someone else’s ego — you will believe, you will believe
This ain’t Eastenders, this ain’t Eastenders, this ain’t Eastenders, it’s the real thing
What am I supposed to do now?
Sink to the bottom of obscurity, obscurity, obscurity, obscurity
It’s a foregone conclusion — a fait accompli
It’s all taken care of — you don’t have to worry
If I should lose — If I should win
It doesn’t really matter anymore — Dead man walkin’