Feel Alright

Feel Alright - Graham Coxon

Oh Sunday morning

Not a scrap in sight

I'll go without

I do it out of spite

All by myself yeah

Food's lost its flavour

I refuse to bite

Do myself no favours

I stay in every night

Ashtrays in rows

But you know

I feel alright

It's just another Sunday morning

Then it's Sunday night

I feel alright

It's just the ghost of you behind me

Sitting right up tight

I'll read the paper

But it's yesterdays

The world's gone mad and I'm going the same way

All by myself yeah

When the sun is shining

But it don't give no hope

I'm into whining

And I'm all out of soup

But it's good to feel dirty yeah

When you feel alright

Just another Sunday morning

Everything's alright

I feel alright

It's just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

So many miles

Between me and you

So many days

I don't know what to do

Be by myself then I know

I'll be alright

On another Sunday morning

Another Sunday night

I'll be alright

With the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight