You've got me all wrong, I'm not that guy
I'm just the singer of the song in my mind's eye
If I thought what you think, I wouldn't even be here
I've just dropped in for a drink before I disappear
You've got me all wrong, I'm not on your grapevine
When I came along, you were just in my eye-line
I'm not one to stare, I'm not that committed
But I'm always aware of what isn't permitted
Autumn is here and they're burning the heather
Sheepdogs are running hell for leather
Seasons are changing, time's moving along
Give me a drink and I'll be gone
You've got me all wrong, there's no one I'm missing
I'm quite happy to be alone, there are no lips I'm kissing
The truth must be the truth, unvarnished in its telling
Otherwise it's just hype
You hope people won't notice you're peddling
Autumn is here and they're burning the heather
Sheepdogs are running hell for leather
Seasons are changing, time's moving along
Give me a drink and I'll be gone
Where did I come from?
Where do I go?
Time is so heartless
You don't want to know
I set out in the dark, waking from a nightmare
Hoping I could find the middle of nowhere
I'm a stranger in this town, but that's as far as it goes
And where I am bound, no one knows
Autumn is here and they're burning the heather
Sheepdogs are running hell for leather
Seasons are changing, time's moving along
Give me a drink and I'll be gone
You've got me all wrong, that's what I'm sensing
I'm not one of those bread-heads
Always pounds, shillings, and pence-ing
There's a few things I need, but I've money for paying
And if you've enough room, I'll consider staying
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