Felt Better Alive

I gave my nights up for old songs, sound better alive I gave my life over to old songs, sound better alive I dredged the mouth of the Humber, felt better alive Slipped unnoticed across your border, felt better alive The song, it skips and bumps along Seems to fall apart, then all I want as it comes together, sing the melody I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, felt better, oh my I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, was a hell of a night The song, it skips and bumps along Seems to fall apart, then all at once, it came together in sacred melody And I'd always planned to sing in a sweet and soulful way as only cowboys can But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet And the sky fell low over north London And it hangs low until this day I dreamt of gunfights in Toledo, when I opened my eyes I was in the lay by north of Telford, an A-road lay, lay by And as the tour had gunked and jumped along, seemed to fall apart Then all at once ran true as a lay line under sacred Albion And I had always planned to sing in a sweet and soulful way as only a cowboy can Then my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet And the sky hangs low over Margate sands And it hangs low yet