Dead night again, the dark isn't moving
Light only died for the river
Trees hang above the road that leads up to the grayhill
So few signs of life remain here
You don't come back much, you say it's this village
That drove you away to begin with
Going out this hole
I can't even start
It only makes a fool out of me
It's clear my good run
Has been and done
The moment I could leave, had left and gone
Got all the numbers wrong, I guess I'll just play along
And ask if you're happy these days
Well I wonder just how long it takes before you become
Another page from our cliches
I'm curious to see how far you will be
In the time it takes me to realise that
Going out this hole
I can't even start
It only makes a fool out of me
It's clear my good run
Had been and done
The moment I could leave, had left and gone