Home for a Rest
SOTW Lyrics

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I apologize for not being in tip-top shape

I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
I’ve been away for quite some time, but more importantly, I’ve been drinking consistently throughout this timeframe.

These so-called vacations will soon be my death
These 'vacations' are anything but enjoyable and are in fact causing severe harm to me.

I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.
I am overly nauseous from the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed, and I simply need to be at home to attempt to recover.

We arrived in December and London was cold
We arrived in London during the cold month of December.

We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
Our primary form of entertainment and respite during this vacation was provided by bars on Charing Cross Road.

We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
There was not much to see and stand-out other than the brass taps and oak furnishing of the bars we frequented.

Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
We kept the bar we drank at so much clean, that we'd rub our sleeve over the bar to give it a shine.

Euston Station the train journey North
We departed from Euston Station to embark on a journey to the North.

In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
We were being tossed back and forth on the train while we were riding in the buffet car.

Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
As we progressed through Yorkshire, we passed some older, twisted canals snaking through the verdant hills.

We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
The swaying of the train made it feel like we were dancing uncontrollably.

By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
By the light of the full moon, a woman would muse in the streets.

A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
The woman’s perfume was incredibly rare and enticing.

She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
The woman would flirt and tease us as the pub’s would close for the night.

Then walk us on home and deny us a round
She would walk us back home afterward but refused to buy another round of drinks.

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The heater is devoid of any warmth and the environment is as damp as a grave.

The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
The alcohol we consumed has made us drunk and the after-effects linger like ghosts around the room.

I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
I am completely exhausted again and I hope sleep will resolve this.

And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon
I’d appreciate it if nobody disturbs my sleep until midday - this would be a favour to me.