Written by Scott Wainwright

So you're back to square one

Going round the bend

Pulled down a peg or two

In need of a friend

What tomorrow will bring

Is an unknown, that's for sure

It could bring you more trouble

It could bring you the cure

But most of all, don't let it get you down

So you've gone to the dogs

Set off on the wrong foot

Pulled out all the stops

Stone cold out of luck

You've got to put it all behind you

You've got to lay it down to rest

Don't let sorrow bind you

Don't try to second guess

But most of all, don't let it get you down

From the album 'All That Glitters Is Not Gold'

Whispers From The Undergrowth