The Night I called it a Day
I been born, I been killed, I been burnt, I been drilled
I been sad, I been sold, I been spurned and I been stoned
I put my trust in trust, tried hard not to hold a grudge
I gave my heart on loan but it never found its way back home
Oh how was I so blind?
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
In a house somewhere on a hill so bare
I sit real tight, watch day blend into night
New sounds new sights, sweet air and a strange light
But back home I see smoke through my little telescope
They can burn for all I care
No it's not animosity
I was tired and I needed sleep
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges, tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle 'cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Got stuck in mud, 'cos I trust too much
I blame just me, should've seen the smoke screen
Like a dog that barks too much, I never felt his bite as such
Just needed that little break, a bit of neck is all it takes
Oh, how was I so blind
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle 'cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Let go the brakes, let go the brakes
I been sad, I been sold, I been spurned and I been stoned
I put my trust in trust, tried hard not to hold a grudge
I gave my heart on loan but it never found its way back home
Oh how was I so blind?
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
In a house somewhere on a hill so bare
I sit real tight, watch day blend into night
New sounds new sights, sweet air and a strange light
But back home I see smoke through my little telescope
They can burn for all I care
No it's not animosity
I was tired and I needed sleep
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges, tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle 'cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Got stuck in mud, 'cos I trust too much
I blame just me, should've seen the smoke screen
Like a dog that barks too much, I never felt his bite as such
Just needed that little break, a bit of neck is all it takes
Oh, how was I so blind
Some things you cannot see
But they all came clear to me
On the night that I called it a day
I burned my bridges tore out the page
Let's blow the whistle 'cos I'm tired of this game
Gotta go, gotta go
Let go the brakes, let go the brakes
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Wall, Joseph Wall
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