WHERE I BELONG
(for Albert Stubbins & Sergeant Pepper)
I read the news today oh boy,
about a lucky man who made the grade.
I saw the photograph;
a crowd of people stood and stared,
they'd seen his face before,
I just had to look,
having read the book.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile;
silly people run around,
they worry me,
turning me round;
I'm doing the best that I can.
Everyone you see is full of life:
people running round,
it's five o' clock.
Picture yourself
in a boat on a river.
Where I belong, I'm right.
Where I belong.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
