作词 : Roberts
Walking down that home mile on Friday
Like a dog without a bone
Pay packet hot in my pocket
Why should feel so all alone
I walked away in anger
Came back out of need
Someone stole my thunder
And gave to me
New lines on loving
New lines on love
New lines on breaking their hearts
Love don't come from above
As I fumbled in my pocket
For another cigarette
A stall for inspiration
But my matches were all wet
My heart cried out for comfort
And a little sympathy
Someone came and turned out the lights
And gave to me
New lines on loving
New lines on love
New lines on breaking their hearts
Love don't come from above
So who needs this agitation
Avoid all that distress
No-one bets on a two time loser
This time I won't forget
The final confrontation
Times to be agreed
Won't take place 'cause the penny dropped
And gave to me
New lines on loving
New lines on love
New lines on breaking their hearts
Love don't come from above