Golden Boy

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy

Sixteen hundred miles in the air with no answer
Is more than long enough to last a lifetime
It's easy to forget when you pause for thought
That London didn't pause at the same time
Leaving the weekly shop 'til eleven thirty
Not out of want or worth but warmth and sickness, feeling dirty
But the hour is broken, it can't be reclaimed

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy
I'm the girl, and the dog, and the butler of the house now
Gotta grow a level head, gotta be that golden boy

Sixteen hundred miles in the air with no answer
Is more than long enough to last a lifetime
It's easy to forget when you pause for thought
That London didn't pause at the same time
Didn't lift a finger and instead I lingered
Assuming and presuming that you'd always come through my door

But the seal is broken, we can't be revived

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy
I'm the girl, and the dog, and the butler of the house now
Gotta grow a level head, gotta be that golden boy

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now...
Gotta be that golden boy...