Down we go, just hold my hand
You sympathize, but can't understand
I fall in the hole and land far away
Before you know, it happens every other day
I'm sorry,
I try,
but it's hard.
Like a pantomime ghost,
you can scare it off,
with songs and jokes.
But when the laughter fades,
there is only doubt.
And the light at the end of the tunnel,
just flickers out.
I can't stand the sight,
I can't stand the sound
The only place I belong now,
is in the f**ing ground.
So, down we go,
again and again.
I don't know why,
and I can't say when.
Don't follow me down the track
'cause next time I go,
I might not be back.