Boots and bottles and a telescope reel
No-one knows just how I feel
Sitting blindly by a Catherine Wheel
I open my arms to you
Write me a song to sing all day long
Catch me a tune to howl at the moon
Watch me waltz on a silver spoon
I open my arms to you
My golden daughter does what she oughta
Reading medical books with whisky and water
The words get longer but never shorter
I open my arms to you
The breakdown came the breakdown went
Forty-four years they were paid and spent
I’ll pack up my shoes and buy a new tent
I open my arms to you
The sun still warms the September air
The grass is green and the day is fair
I look at my life with barely a care
I open my arms to you
The fox it will run and the bat does fly
The poacher stares at the empty sky
Time it passes with no reason to cry
I open my arms to you
No Time to Think 