I'm slipping away from planet earth Hand in my pocket full of dirt Shaking all over Shaking all over with the funny stuff Climbing the fens in the Norfolk Broad Waiting for Godot and Niagara Falls Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour In the quiet mark of a medicine man You're sitting alone at the traffic light The pain is real you're ghostly white