Stretch - The Proclaimers

Struggling to pull down his cagoule

A silent scholar leaves the library

Stumbling his way downstairs

He’s wearing far too many layers

But fuels the gentle summer air

Is not reality

And he gets what he gets

Life deceives him yet

Look at him and you’ll discern

Someone who’s really trying to learn

Leave his zeal to congeal

On the spinning wheel

And he will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing to reveal

Um-hm

Waking to an early summer dawn

I lie in bed and dream the day away

Seeing how events will pan out

I don’t have to rush to get out

Of this over-heated bed

To face reality

And I get what I get

Life deceives me yet

Look at me and you’ll discern

Someone who’s never tried to learn

Leave my zeal to congeal

On my spinning wheel

And I will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing to reveal

Here it comes again

That old feeling that

I’m not good enough

And where I am sat

The bird song I can hear

Consoles me with the thought

That my own vanity

Sure will count for none

In a large Newcastle hotel room

Casanova copulates again

Technique being of the very best

He’s scooching each and every test

And fuels inside his lover’s breast

His own reality

And we get what we get

Life deceives us yet

Not that it’s of your concern

But we’ve learned all there is to learn

Leave our zeal to congeal

On the spinning wheel

And we will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing

We will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing

We will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing to reveal

We will stretch it out until (We will stretch it out)

It’s clear that there is nothing

We will stretch it out until (We will stretch it out)

It’s clear that there is nothing

We will stretch it out until

It’s clear that there is nothing to reveal