no one to see nowhere to go sick of myself never so low i build things up honey shuts them down it s big for me small for you i know it s true i am so sad i really am stuck in a groove i am and it s since france i sank inside my room stuck in a groove i am the auburn english hills that leafy shadowed dark what a special kind of art the damp december night the sticky morning dew oh i love you i do the singer with no band a tired farmer s hand in her mother s silken blouse the sixties in vogue a jaded renouveau in a shrinking kind of moat  the world is falling down by my side the letter that you wrote is on my mind riding on a coach to meet my guide sitting round your table drinking wine ooh yeah ooh yeah time s on my side for a change i hate it ooh baby never let me down ooh baby never let me down ooh baby never let me down ooh baby never let me down i ve got a little bit of time to give but i ll cut it in half if you want more too i ve got a little bit of time to give but i ll cut it in half if you want more to i ve got a little bit of time to give but i ll cut it in half if you want more to i ve got a little bit of time to give but i ll cut it in half if you want more to when you re back in the town pick you up show you round when you re back in the town pick you up show you round when you re back in the town pick you up show you round when you re back in the town pick you up show you round 