An ancient song resurrected, via the miracle of mixter. My singing may not have improved but the backing track sounds so much better this time around, thanks to copperhead and co.

I’ve been walking on tiptoe for twenty five years
I’ve been looking out the window for twenty five years
I’ve been under the sun for twenty five years
Trying to walk in a straight line for twenty five years
I’ve been slow motion running for twenty five years
I’ve been punished for nothing for twenty five years
I’ve been someone’s poor relation for twenty five years
I’ve been waiting at the station for twenty five years
Fed on sticks and stones now for twenty five years
I’ve been growing my bones now for twenty five years

Twenty five years in the vale of tears
Twenty five years
Twenty five years
Twenty five years in the vale of tears
Twenty five years
Twenty five years

I’ve been waiting for blast off for twenty five years
I’ve been wearing your cast offs for twenty five years
I’ve been brain wave surfing for twenty five years
I’ve been stalling in the morning for twenty five years
I’ve been a slave to convention for twenty five years
And misapprehension for twenty five years
I’ve been plain sight hiding for twenty five years
I’ve been sky bomb riding for twenty five years
In the lair of the serpent for twenty five years
I’ve been under an enchantment for twenty five years

Twenty five years in the vale of tears
Twenty five years
Twenty five years
Twenty five years in the vale of tears
Twenty five years
Twenty five years