No. There are other times the day seems glad to see me, Revealing his bare underarms. Watching the moon, From a lake reflection ruined by swans, Settling their movements, Then gone for better views of the bins. This feeling reminds me of the back of her. This feeling reminds me of the back of her. I sing to the click of her quickening heels, "Sure nobody can take a fella's company From himself - Surely?" ♪ Came back from the wars last week, Happy on returning, Turned again at first sight of home. I have courage, But I know there's a pit in me aswell. It's the scared soldier, Has his own trench dug. This feeling reminds me of the back of her. This feeling reminds me of the back of her. I sing to the click of her quickening heels, "Sure nobody can take a fella's company From himself From himself - Surely? Surely" ♪ Sure nobody can take a fella's company from himself Sure nobody can take a fella's company from himself Sure nobody can take a fella's company from himself - Surely