I UNDERSTAND again.
In my head I'm running.
In my body I'm lying down.
In reality I'm sitting at my desk writing this.
In Lancashire is a little town.
In my thoughts there is singing.
In my ears I hear the same old song.
In my minds eye is a loop.
In my memory it all seems wrong.
In the inn there in't owt.
In the owl there is a pin.
In nowt there is no pin and no owl.
In owt there is anythin'.