Voluntary Confinement

As Sunday morning smells of toast are drifting through the nation
My senses have diminished and my body's drained of sleep
When littered pathways are my host and I'm weak with desperation
Now everything has finished and I am left
All alone
And twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles
The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective
And walking's not my style, so I stumble for a while
And I'm squinting in the light amidst my alcoholic haze
With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction
And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around
And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction
But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth
I'm the only man on earth
As people eat their Sunday roast, I stumble-in through the back door
My senses have diminished and my body's craving sleep
When littered pathways are no more and sleep is just around the corner
Now everything has finished and I am left
All alone
Twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles
The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective, I'm reflective
And talking's not my style, so I mumble for a while
And days drift into night amidst my alcoholic haze
With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction
And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around
And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction
But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth
I'm the only man on earth