Ken Picks Himself Up

After the concert
Sat in the car all night
Drove home as the daylight came
In a daze the whole journey
55 in the slow lane
The radio tuned out and I didn't dial it back in
I sold my photo gear cut price
I shut down my website
After a fortnight
I switched on my phone
I switched on my phone

I took it hard
I took it hard

It was a silver-haired crowd
There to sway and to dance
But some kid at the back
Filmed it all on their phone
Unbeknownst to me
I've been a living a joke
On memes
Loose Women
Hislop and Merton
My face caught on the big screens
Side stage as the tears came
Some cretinous bastard
Told them my name
He told them my name

I took it hard
I took it hard

I didn't go back to the office for two months
And then I quit
I shut out everything
Downsized my pad
It had me knocked down flat
I felt nothing and then I felt sad
And lonely
About month three the obvious hit me:
'Ken - you got to find your self
And to be happy with that
You've been living a counterfeit
You've been living a counterfeit'

I took it hard
I took it hard