The Hidden Song at the End of the Record - Johnny Foreigner

I’m walking up to the door, but I don’t think you’ve been home yet

There was a record set and as the needle hits the groove

How you’ll never call in sick again, so get up

Cos you and I were always sick in the morning

Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for

All in time

So you get in bed and taking cheap shots at the weather

See this end as the beginning, yet it’s nothing like a funeral

So put up with what you’ve got

Cos you and I were always sick in the morning

Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for

All in time

And talk to him

So you get in bed and now you’re holding shit together

See this end as the beginning, yet it’s nothing like a funeral

All in time (repeat)