If the Good Lord Had Intended Us to Walk He Wouldn't Have Invented Roller-Skates

Cast off, bombs away
I’m hopelessly underpaid
You’re going travelling
I’m not moving away
Will you wait for me?
'Cause I can’t sleep
'Cause I’ve been thinking of all the things that you’ll be doing without me
A postcard from time to time
Is no consolation prize
Nor is it any peace of mind for me
I can’t help but not trust you
This isn’t fun
I can’t begin thinking of things
You’re going to end up leaving me
This isnt fun, this isnt fun
This was never going to be easy
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink
I think with all these holes we bear it’s likely we will sink
Sink, sink, sink
This isn’t fun
I can’t begin thinking of things
You’re going to end up leaving me
This isnt fun, this isnt fun
Cast off, bombs away
I’m hopelessly underpaid
You went travelling
Well that’s ok
Where does that leave me?
Now I can’t sleep