Things Are Not Quite What They Seem

We sat at the bar drinking all evening long,

We laughed and we danced to an old jukebox song.

I always smile when I think back to that day.

The deep voice and calloused hands gave him away.

I didn’t realise there was anything wrong

Till the 23rd verse of Bob Dylan song.

You can always tell things aren’t going as planned

When she comes dressed to kill with a gun in her hand.

He thought that I was the girl of his dreams,

Some things are not quite what they seem.

He’s taking our votes and now he’s ok.

Yesterday’s promise forgotten today.

He told us a lie and he played with our dreams,

He’s waving goodbye as he sails up the stream.

He made us believe he is something is not.

He gives us the finger from his luxury yacht.

The con man’s charisma shines through the screen.

Some things are not quite what they seem.

Be careful my son don’t stumble and falter

When you carry the offerings up to the altar.

Bless you my child so shy and so coy,

Father Brendan says you’re his favourite boy.

The hand on the chalice is the tool of his scheme,

Some things are not quite what they seem.

We were happy enough in the east side of town

Till the neighbours that smiled at us burned our house down.

They put on a sash and they played on a flute

And they marched with a bowler hat and a suit.

They raised up their glasses and they toasted the Queen,

Some things not quite what they seem.

They raised up their glasses and toasted the Queen,

Some things are exactly the way that they seem.

Well folks tell me I’m a regular guy,

There’s less to me than meets the eye.

From outside you can’t see the bile and the spleen.

Some things are not quite what they seem.

You may think I’m just letting off steam,

Some things are not quite what they seem.

The con man’s charisma shines through the screen,

The hand on the chalice is the tool of his scheme,

He thought that I was the girl of his dreams

And some things are not quite what they seem.

Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012