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Down on the docks with the night shift crew
Hands like shovels and a knackered back too
Clocks out quiet keeps his head down low
Same seat same pint same boots same coat

But when the streetlights hum
And the town goes dark
He's heading home
With a burning spark

Yeah he writes ballets, in a room too small
Where the neighbours hear him crying
Through the paper thin walls
It's a secret he keeps tucked under his coat
It breaks his body but it saves his soul
It breaks his body but it saves his soul
Saves his soul

Posters hanging on the plastered walls
Of shows he'll never see, in Londons halls
Hums a tune through a bruised up jaw
From a fight last week on a cold shop floor

But in his head there's a stage
And a rising sun
A hundred dancers spinning
To the things he's done

Yeah he writes ballets, in a room too small
Where the neighbours hear him crying
Through the paper thin walls
It's a secret he keeps tucked under his coat
It breaks his body but it saves his soul
It breaks his body but it saves his soul
Saves his soul

Ian Wanley 2026