What's the sense in being here? Living out your days in loneliness and fear Tell me, is it clever? Old lovers in a supermarket Who knows where or when they started off It could have been forever As he tends to say he loves her She can see that he's unsteady on his feet She helps him with the basket As he reaches for a pack of processed meat Then she grabs an eclair Of which they'll later share But before the moment's through She smiles, I love you too Whilst browsing through the frozen food again I see them and it lifts my mood He's on the wind-up Moaning they've been there for weeks She mulls over multi-packs of leeks She can't make her mind up And then she breaks out laughing As he picks one up and uses it to dance Throws it in the basket And she asks if he's got something in his pants Then the old man makes a glance Steadies up his stance Cries God, I love you And she laughs, I love you too Too many people living selfishly alone Build a fire with someone who can spark it Cause when you're 83 and money can't buy family Me, I'd rather be just like the lovers in the supermarket And as I'm in the car park I can see the raindrops bouncing off the road And now that heavy basket It's in a shopping bag but still they share the load She said, I should have brought me trolley Cause in there was me brolly Then a lump filled up my throat When he made her wear his coat