He spends his time or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye as the children walk by hes thinking of a song then stops to paint a picture of a frown walking around <♪> Dan Treacys smile leaves you trying to decide whos the victim whats the crime no rest for the mind thats seen it all before and I dont know where he lives but hes a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman is off to fix his sit before the show yeah but where did he go <♪> to know when your times up you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening in the back of the station fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering well he speaks his mind he says what is crime Dan Treacys eyes In the middle of the park when the underground is dark hes a poet hes a lark he starts thinking about a place that no one knows and when the creeks run dry he stays frozen in time strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but hes listening hes listening and hes making up his mind he made his mind up to get things done and overcome he made his mind up yeah hes gonna let it go he made his mind up in the park and at the station he made his mind up yeah hes gonna get it done he made his mind up ooh yeah hes gonna get it done he made his mind up yeah hes gonna let it go uh oh no matter the time oh oh when the creeps run by oh no hes making his mind up oh oh oh oh yeah hes gonna get it done whoa oh oh yeah when the creeks run dry whoa oh yeah hes gonna listen to his soul yeah when the creeps walk by and say come here boy look me in the eye bow to the heart back to the beat of Dan Treacy