Intro: I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room Face down in the last ditch, my natural home I can do that but I don't really want to. Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered. I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats. Increasing doubt, decreasing hope Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind. Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered. Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.