Just Checkin' - The Beautiful South

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

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'