You Never Quite Know

I’m in the pub again
and she’ll be somewhere.

You never quite know
with the people you know,
and I’ll never get back to telling her.

God is either there or not
I’m exactly right or absolutely wrong.
And if you think about the old days
you start to miss everyone.

I’m sat at a table smoking,
up and back to the fruit machine.
Cherry, bell, cherry.
Bell, cherry, lemon.

Hollow is the world.
hollow is my soul.
Hollow are the heavens
I can’t let go.
Hollow is the pub,
hollow is the hole.
Hollow is the night,
I have come to know.