Текст песни Quirks And Crotchets - David Harley

Two lost souls living in a bedsit
Lying there back to back
She's close to weeping, he pretends he's sleeping
But he's wondering what to pack
Someone needs to say 'sorry'
But it seems that it won't be him
They want to be happy, but they'd rather be right
So the chances of that are slim

Sometimes it's OK just to let it all go
And it really doesn't matter who's right
Sometimes it's OK just to let it all go
And it really doesn't matter who's right

Two lost souls standing by the bus stop
Neither finding words to say
He's packed up his troubles in his old rucksack
But no one's smiling today
Someone needs to say 'sorry'
But neither seems to want to know
They want to be happy, but they'd rather be right
Instead of flattening the bumps in the road

Two old dears standing in the bus queue
Neither has a lot to say
He's got the shopping and she's got his arm
So it must have worked out OK
And they've learned to live with each other's quirks and crotchets
And the angry words that quickly lose their bite
They wanted to be happy, and they want to be right
But they've learned to put the past behind