Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? - John Miles Foley

He really does shine
for the ladies with painted faces.
He spends his time being seen
in all the right places.
You only get to know him nearly,
there can't be anyone who knows him really.
He's doing so well
and there's no one to tell you but Glamour Boy.

Just another dead end kid.
Can't believe the things I did.
Lots of pretty ladies by my side.
Take it all for Number One.
Wasted days with no harm done.
Always leave tomorrow open wide.
You took me by surprise, now my empty eyes had to realise
that my life wasn't the way I want to be.
No, I'll never change my mind, couldn't be unkind,
love is hard to find,
and I know by now I should say more,
but I have never been in love before.

It's not over, no, it's not over yet.
Yeah, we'll put all this pain behind us,
recover and start again, come on.
It's not over, no, it's not over yet.
Sweet forgiving rain, wash away my shame,
let the clouds roll by
and reveal a brighter day. Yeah.