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 that 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 that my good run Had been and done The moment I could leave, had left and gone