Ray Davies's
Working Man's Café cover


Ray Davies, released on Phobia, © Davray Music Ltd. 1993

This song is dedicated to the memory of Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans.


Like a seed that is sewn

All the children are scattered

By a breeze that is blown

Now the crops are all scattered

We are torn, we are shattered

Now some of us are barmy and battered

And the fields where we gathered

Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters

Through it all we were scattered


To the fields we are scattered

From the day we are born

To grow wild and sleep rough

Till from the earth we are torn

And a soul that is free

Can live on eternally

And the spirit can live on

Though it's scattered in the world beyond

And I've been out of my mind

Ever since she's been gone


I look around that empty room

No sight nor sound

She's left so soon

She's out of view

But the I find

Those scattered clues she left behind

A photograph with a smiling face

A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace

A coffee cup with her lipstick stains

I guess I'll never see her again


Now my life is all scattered

Ever since she's been gone

I feel older, I feel fatter

I feel the blues coming on

We get bruised

We get battered

But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered

And with emotional glue

We're gonna stick together, body and mind


Ever since she went away

I've been alone to contemplate

Time and space and why world's move

While sitting in my solitude

I've watched the stars and wondered why

They're scattered up there in the sky

And is she up there out of view

On some higher platitude


I wish I knew

Wish I could prove

The reason why this life on earth

Is scattered like the universe

I'm scattered here and scattered there

Bits of me scattered everywhere


To the fields we are scattered

Then from the dust we are born

We survive somewhat battered

To a new life, a new dawn

In the end what will it matter

There'll only be my ashes to scatter

And all the logical answers

To a worrying mind

Will be scattered in time

Beaten and battered

To the earth you are scattered

You're going home so what does it matter

To an atomic mind

Scattered here while you travel time