He spends his time or maybe half of his time

Or part of the time wandering

'Round the creeks and cobble stones

Of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye

As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song

Then stops to paint a picture of a frown

Walking around Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying

To decide who's the victim, what's the crime?

No rest for the mind

That's seen it all before And I don't know where he lives

But he's a myth of a man

And Texas Bob the cameraman

Is off to fix his sit before the show

Yeah, but where did he go? To know when your time's up

You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening

In the back of the station

Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering Well, he speaks his mind

He says, "What is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes

Stop in the middle of the park

When the underground is dark

He's a poet, he's a lark He starts thinking about a place that no one knows

And when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time

Strange lights in the sky, start blinking

I can see the car outside but he's listening

He's listening, he's listening And he's making up his mind

He made his mind up

To get things done and overcome

He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna let it go He made his mind up

In the park and at the station

He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna get it done He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna get it done

He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna let it go No matter the time

When the creeps run by, oh, no

He's making his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna get it done Yeah, when the creeks run dry

Yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul

Yeah, when the creeps walk by

"Come here, boy, look me in the eye"

Bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy