Burning the heather

You've got me all wrong I'm not that guy I'm just the singer of the song in my mind's eye If I thought what you think I wouldn't even be here I've just dropped in for a drink before I disappear You've got me all wrong I'm not on your grapevine When I came along you were just in my eye-line I'm not one to stare I'm not that committed but I'm always aware of what isn't permitted Autumn is here and they're burning the heather Sheepdogs are running hell for leather Seasons are changing Time's moving along Give me a drink and I'll be gone You've got me all wrong There's no one I'm missing I'm quite happy to be alone There are no lips I'm kissing The truth must be the truth unvarnished in its telling otherwise it's just hype you hope people won't notice you're peddling Autumn is here and they're burning the heather Sheepdogs are running hell for leather Seasons are changing Time's moving along Give me a drink and I'll be gone Where did I come from? Where do I go? Time is so heartless You don't want to know I set out in the dark waking from a nightmare hoping I could find the middle of nowhere I'm a stranger in this town but that's as far as it goes and where I am bound no one knows Autumn is here and they're burning the heather Sheepdogs are running hell for leather Seasons are changing Time's moving along Give me a drink and I'll be gone You've got me all wrong That's what I'm sensing I'm not one of those bread-heads always pounds, shillings and pence-ing There's a few things I need but I've money for paying and if you've enough room I'll consider staying