At The Lodge Songtext / Lyric

The sixty pence pocket book

All thing now had become uncertain

Now turn aside from rebel muse

Sometime now sometime call back soon



transpires

Becomes resolute

Transpires

Becomes resolute

A black ball

It was finished

At the lodge



chewed pen re-write scores

Those big closed oak doors

Hot wire a hand shake

All things now become unhidden






transpires

Becomes resolute

Transpires

Becomes resolute

A black ball

It was finished

At the lodge



I hear now what they said

What a thing to do

What a thing to say

I hear now what they said

What a thing to do

What a thing to say

I hear now what they said

What a thing to do

What a thing to say

I hear now what they said

What a thing to do

What a thing to say



at the lodge

At the lodge

At the lodge



transpires

Becomes resolute

Transpires

Becomes resolute

A black ball

It was finished

Transpires

Becomes resolute