Small World

My world is so small and getting smaller all the time,
A creeping bitterness seeps into my mind.
I've got no familly and no job,
surely all this has got to be wrong?
This is me!
I've got a degree!
I've had girlfriends,
but they've always come to an end.
My world is so small
as small as Jean-Paul's.
I never leave Watford,
is that what I live for?

The smaller the world, the smaller the life.
A big world a better life -
You see?
Or is it just me?
stuck in a rut
and I havn't got the guts
to escape from the train
thats on the wrong plane
and get the life I deserve.
The life, that if I had the nerve
would welcome me with open arms
and I would sing the psalms
and embrace the new life that's the best,
with an energy and a zest,
that I never thought possible,
let alone probable.

But here stops the train -
of thought, of existance - on the wrong plane,
Watford High St. again.
Maybe I'm just me, just the same
as any other Jim - just a name,
just a small name, living in a small world.

It's a shame - but who's to blame
for this course of events?
Maybe me,
maybe destiny.
But whatever, I'm stuck
so I don't give a f***,
I've given up, beaten by life.
My world is so small
and I'll never have a job or a wife -
or a life.