Step into the great outdoors   After all it would be wrong to stay inside   I know   When the first chimney takes its chances   And despite their branches all the leaves decide   It’s time to go   And cover up the crimes   Of the seasons passed before      Every footpath leads into another footpath   I can’t find the place to stop   The endless chore   But it’s time that I went visiting   These guys I know who’ve bought themselves a shop   A record store   A humble hole in the wall   Could you ever want for more?      I’ll be hanging in the record store   Store   Store   Oh      Do they find me annoying?   My constant questions cloying?   Oh      I have seen you when your skies get overclouded   And your eyes are breeding grounds   For tears   You could do worse than come on down   To a place that’s built to specialise in sounds   For sore ears      For years they’ll search for other cures   Your life’s a film, who writes the score?   I’ll be hanging in the record store   Store   Store   Oh      What treasures in the shelves   For he who searches, she who delves      Astral physicists explain   The mysteries that surround it   But the record stays still   While the world spins around it      All the rest are vicious lies   Callous and unfounded   The record stays still   While the world spins around it      Yeah the record stays still   While the world spins around it   The record stays still   While the world revolves around it