UK Blues 2

Oh England, oh the gloom
 I just left my horribly lonely room
 I walked to the church where I would play
 The cold grey August day
 Before I went on, I knew you were there
 But I put it on like I didn't care
 Just played and sang as well as I could
 If we were to meet, well then we would
 When I saw your face, yea it was still
 That one from those early harmony fills
 There on that dark Manchester night
 A riot began but things felt alright
 Off to a pub with chatty young Brits
 Listening to all of their horseshit
 Glanced at your boots, that watch on your wrist
 How do I pull you away?
 Where are you staying?
 "Down the street"
 Could I help you off of your sleepy feet?
 Your eyes are far and glazy
 Could I walk you back?
 Don't be crazy
 Crazy crazy
 Could I have this night and sing you to sleep?
 Crazy crazy
 Morning came, a note from the desk
 Belfast, you asked, and I said yes
 I earned my share and polished my shoes
 But nothing would kill my UK blues
 UK UK blues
 From the top of my head
 To the heels of my shoes
 UK UK blues
 Inside my head
 And inside my shoes
 Met up on that Main Street of town
 Playing to a half empty room of clowns
 When I was done, some drunk Irishman
 Said worst night I've had since Bill Callahan
 Had some laughs and signed autographs
 Grabbed my pitiful handful of cash
 The night was slipping off too soon
 Tomorrow, goodbye, sad Irish moon
 We walked along, you slightly ahead
 Until we landed on your big king bed
 Our brains burned, our bodies hurt
 I like your stockings and long leather skirt
 I'm fading off, could I stay the night?
 "Don't be crazy, it doesn't feel right"
 Come on Irene, are you sure?
 God fuck this lonely tune
 Walked back down those terrible halls
 Past those dark chocolate brown walls
 Looked up at the ceiling
 A gold skin peeling
 You never write and you never call
 I sometimes wonder, will you at all?
 But time is past, doesn't phase me
 Don't be crazy