Around The Plynth by Faces

(rod stewart, ron wood)

Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactly the same as i'm thinking now.
Every night for a year i've slept alone.
Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no

Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.
I know i won't die soon, but then again i might,
Water down the drain, i'm wasting away.
Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me

Water down the drain goes to the sea,
The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me.
Moisture from the ocean fills the sky,
Come on down to the ground as the time goes by
I never found out the reason why
My parents had to lie
About the place that i was born
Or from my hometown i was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law