A Way Out - Peter Hammill

Out of joint, out of true

Out of love, out of the blue

Out of order, out of orbit, out of control

Out of touch, out of line

Out of sync and out of time

Out of gas, out of tread, out of road

Out of date, out of stock

Out of use — out, out, damned spot!

You want out, you want out of it for good

Out of the running, out of the game

Out on your feet, clear out of range

Out of context, out of contact, out of the woods

Out, out, looking for a way out

No straws are left to cling to;

Out, out, going for the fade-out…

But what do you fade into?

Out on the town, out for laughs

Out of service, out to grass

Out of mourning, out of purdah, out on bail

Out of kilter, out of grace

Out to get out of this place

Out of this world, out and out beyond the pale

Right out of character, out of sympathy

So far out upon a limb you’re out of your tree…

Out of breath, out of tune

Out of your head and out of view

Down and out, out for the count, or is it just for revenge?

Out of sight, out of mind

Leave it out, leave it behind

Out of reach of all family, all friends

Out, out, going for the bale-out

No parachute above you

Out, out… you’ll not feel the fall-out

I wish I’d said «I love you»