| Hull | |
| Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling low, when I'm feeling lonely and down | |
| ......... somewhere out there, in the big unknown | |
| The story is all over before it started. | |
| Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game | |
| Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained | |
| To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying | |
| Who has to carry his load again and again and again. | |
| Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling high, when I'm feeling happy | |
| And contented what I have to do all the things I do | |
| Do even know I knew how never mended. | |
| Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game | |
| Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained | |
| To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying | |
| Who has to carry his load again and again and again. | |
| Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling strange when I'm feeling strangely | |
| Unprotected somewhere out there | |
| In the great big void, the story is destroyed before it's connected. | |
| Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game | |
| Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained | |
| To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying | |
| Who has to carry his load again and again | |
| Who has to carry his load again and again | |
| Who has to carry his load again and again and again. |