Deep Pockets (Gaz Coombes)

I'm out late, there's a half naked crowd of people Let them in with their blank cheques & deep pockets Hard living, paint peeling, all the dark days Little rays of light moving I couldn't let go In the bar her name is Jonny, the boys love her Time waits, the light revealing all the dark ways Bad feeling, it's you I need, I'm tired of the phone calls Do I give myself to the outside? It's no fun When I spend my time in cars Like the stars But it's ok I'm ok In a smaller orbit Let's run like horses A lot of ways I could start making little changes But I'm too stoned in the back seat again, I couldn't stop it Then the panic soon surrounds me like deep water So I give myself to the outside It's no fun When I spend my time in cars Like the stars But it's ok I'm ok In a smaller orbit Let's run like horses There's a black star Right in my line of vision Oh I miss her But nobody Nobody gets forgotten Run like horses