A new home to hang my heart is what I thought I'd never find
That's if we ever make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow
And then have a laugh from time to time
Trisha's hosting a debate
I've had the same look on my face for the past two lonely years
She says, if you don't like the fish you're catching
That you don't have to look too hard to see there's not much life inside
I spend the next two days in my bed and wonder what it's all about
Twenty four months of bargin' pills and cheeky lines and stolen beers
And you'll never see me there again
In all the pictures that I took, my eyes are so black and wide
Fate has always intertwined and now I've got a girl in mind
And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love
And as soon as I feel okay, I know it's time to go back out
And I'm meeting her next week when we get back to Glasgow
When I get home in the morning
