Twenty seven years twenty seven years now
Only thing I know
I know that I don’t know how
To please everybody all of the time,
‘cos everybody’s always fucking changing their minds
A little bit faded
A little bit jaded
Not gonna stop and I won’t be persuaded
To write words I can’t believe in
To see my face on a video screen

I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun

Twenty seven years twenty seven years done
Written six hundred songs only twelve get sung
Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs
And every single day I wish i’d never smoked one
A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
Eight years sleeping I’m still tired when I wake up
A whole year eating and I still lost weight fuck
Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups
Twenty seven birthdays twenty seven new years
Thirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beers
Ever dying old hopes
Ever growing new fears
Don’t know where I’m going but I know how I got here

I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done,
I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun,
I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun