Each morning after Sunblest
 Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
 I waited by the staffroom
 in time for benediction

 Living a law just short of delusion
 When we fall in love there's confusion
 This must be the place I waited years to leave

 To our voices nobody's listening
 We shiver in the rain by the touchline
 Then a coach ride to the station
 'My lord, the carriage awaiteth!'

 Living a law just short of delusion
 When we fall in love there's confusion
 This must be the place I waited years to leave
 This must be the place I waited years to leave
 And how? How long?

 I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again
 litany of saints and other ordinary men
 Kneeling on the parquet
 Whatever has gone wrong?
 The fear and feeling hopelessness
 I don't want to belong

 I dreamt I was back in uniform
 and a candidate for examination
 History, someone had blundered
 and a voice rapped 'knuckle under!'

 Living a law just short of delusion
 When we fall in love there's confusion
 This must be the place I waited years to leave
 This must be the place I waited years to leave
 And how? And how? How long?