Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Washed up from some Absolute Elsewhere
Of what was what he had no clue
Whistling in the dark to keep his spirits up
He hadn’t thought the whole thing through
Hustling to the darker side of town
Suddenly cut adrift from the life he knew
He’s doing his best to keep his profile in the shadows
But the spotlight shines out of the blue
Taken for a German
He was taken for a ride
He was bundled in the taxi
And he stumbled out the other side
It had seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan
But this time one and one don’t add up to two
Outside the cone of light the time’s got warped
And the chain of logic’s come unglued
Whistling in the dark he goes to pieces...
He never thought the whole thing through