I Didn't See It Coming - Lloyd Cole

Gone fishing, called an intermission

On account of being overcooked

Headswimming — the children and the women

Leave me stranded on my burning deck

One fine morning I woke to hear you calling

I couldn’t believe what I heard at all

I didn’t see it coming

Much later I’m your grand capitulator

Certain that I could be wrong

Head still spinning looking for an algorithm

To bring some sense to it all

You start singing along

With that rock’n’roll song

On you New York station

I didn’t see it coming

Don’t get me wrong

I wouldn’t change a single thing

It’s just that having been wrong so many many times

It’s hard to believe that I might get it right

I didn’t see it coming

And now I’m underneath the train

I didn’t see it coming