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Just thought I ’ d poke my head in to say “ Gidday , How ’ s it going ? It ’ s been so long How ’ s things , the wife , the kids ? Is the fishin ’ still good around here ? Me , I ’ ve been searching for my rhythm . It ’ s getting harder and harder to find . And the days are long and the nights Yea , they ’ re so cold
And I ’ ll be coming round less and less my friend , and yes I guess I won ’ t Come knocking on your door all that much anymore And then one day you ’ ll never see me again my friend I ’ ll be on the road by then , Like I said in the end Oh , I was just a picture on your wall You never ever really even knew me at all No . You never ever really even knew me at all .
Searching for my rhythm in a sea of notes That you ’ re not even sure if you know how to play anymore You ’ ve lost your purpose for living , for breathing , You don ’ t even fight the fight anymore We ’ ll settle the score , won ’ t lay down anymore , Show what talent ’ s really made for . And I ’ ll win in the end , make them all understand That with yourself you can never ever pretend .
And I ’ ll be coming round less and less my friend , and yes I guess I won ’ t Come knocking on your door all that much anymore And then one day you ’ ll never see me again my friend I ’ ll be on the road by then , Like I said in the end Oh , I was just a picture on your wall You never ever really even knew me at all No . You never ever really even knew me at all .
- David Neeson