I woke up in the morning
   seven twenty-four
   Drank a cup of coffee
   stepped out the door
   I said Goodbye
   to my old best friend
   I took a ride
   to the old West End
  
   I walked along Princes Street
   my feet were hurting bad
   as I squirmed inside my shoes
   I was thinking about my dad
   There was the bones of a song
   beatin' around my head
   Unless I remember it wrong
   this is what it said :
  
   Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky
   Cold grey stone, humourless and dry
   Sitting like a cork on top of the town