Someone's knocking in the Distance
  But I'm deaf and blind
  She's not expected home this evening
  So I leave the world behind
  for the
  The
  Yes she'd give you a twirl
  But she vanishes from my world
  So burn my letters and you'd better leave
  Just one pint a day
  The whole street's talking about my
  White shirts looking so grey
  People gossip on the doorstep
  Think they know the score
  She's giving him the runaround
  The man from number four
  Has a
  a
  Yes she'd give you a twirl
  But she vanishes from my world
  Yes the paint is peeling and my
  Garden is overgrown
  I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone
  When she's here it makes up for the time she's
  not and it's all forgotten
  But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for
  the