Matthews Where's the point in us bringin' the doctor in here ? Where's the sense in you holdin' my arm ? Where's the smile when my funny irregular scene works the charm ? Where's the end if we can't find a place to begin ? Where's the money ? I've done what you said Where's the need for my face in this Albion race up ahead ? Take your mind off the life we've been tearin' apart Take the weight off your feet, take a few Take your time to align all the factors in favour of you Take the summer's gone by and get used to it Take the safest conclusion you find Take a look on my face in this Albion race of a kind. Save a thought for the secret we had Now it's gone and there's nothin' to say, say goodbye Why not save yourself time and We'll cancel the truth with a lie. Save the thought for the soul waitin' next in line Save your sorrows, there's interest assured Save the time and the place and whole human race.