This was written by Tom in the wee hours of the night, sitting on his doorstep in the middle of a rainstorm, after he was locked out. He had gone out for a "few" drinks with the band after practice one night, and lost track of time. He sang this song through the letterbox in the front door, as a plea for someone inside to unlock the door and let him come in.

Walking along on my own
Then she called me on the telephone
What the hell is wrong with you now?

Through the window the sky is grey
The wind is blowing and it's screaming at me
You can't be wrong when your Tom

I guess I'm in above my head
Or was it something I said
I guess I'm in above my head
Or was it something I said

Walking along on my own
And then she called me on the telephone
What the hell is wrong with you now?

And through the letterbox I'm screaming your name
You know I'm sorry and I feel ashamed
But I can't come in cos I'm Tom

I guess I'm in above my head
Or was it something I said
I guess I'm in above my head
Or was it something I said