He had a book of letters with his name on From all of the friends he had met He showed it to me like a Master's degree From a school not invented yet. I took the look in his eyes For the faraway stare of the wise Didn't see that empty bottle Didn't notice that open fly Chorus: So I followed his lead One Down, Two Down, Like walking in your sleep Three Down, Four Down, Any day of the week. His legs were no longer his own They threw him down on the grass Don't let her know you saw me Was the first thing that he asked Turned on my heel to leave Told her I wasn't well And I followed myself through the workaday streets Like a servant called by a bell. Chorus One down ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan