There's something on your mind
That's here at last then it's gone
And in the twisting of two straight lines
Not much changes
And even circumstance is
Subject to some chance
There's always someone wanting to dance

But there's a fortune to be had
From telling people you're sad
Well, everyone wants a friend

I like old pictures of dogs
Faded friendship and fog
Well, there's one thing on your mind
But I'm not feeling tonight
In the twisting of two straight lines
Nothing changes
Even circumstance is subject to romance
There's always someone wanting

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Writer(s): William Edward Ryder-Jones