(heaton/rotheray)

i came in here, just to see his guilty face
i´m just checkin´
he´s been dead twenty years but i sort of miss the chase
i´m just checkin´

i´ve seen folk just like her, pop their noses round the door
they´re just checkin´
if this is where their husband was between 1 and 4
they´re just checkin´

nothing hits so definite, hits so hard
when he´s moved from old white hart
and he´s doing the old graveyard
we´re running a check. on the love we had taken away
we´re running a check. that death wasn´t fortnight astray
nothing hits so definite (repeat)

the mask of sobriety for afternoons he´d save
i´m just checkin´
if he could fool me regularly he´d certainly fool his grave
i´m just checkin´

i´ve seen those widows pray for the hunt that was taken away
they´re just checkin´
they pretend they´ve just popped by like they popped by yesterday
they´re just checkin´

i came round here in case he left a slate
no one settles up around here, like the widowed or the late
we´ve seen folk like you settle bills or family feuds
but no one´s bought a drink for those that death excludes
we´re just checkin´
we´re just thinkin´
we´re just sinkin´