Ian Mosley - The Leavers (IV) The Jumble of Days lyrics

Our lives slowly unravel Like wool pulled from sweaters We'll knit something new somewhere else, so forget us We are the Leavers You'll stay and we'll travel You'll know where you are, always We'll be vague in our jumble of days We can never be sure But be sure of one thing When the thrills are all done We'll be gone The Remainers can try to persuade us, and tame us And train us and save us and keep us at home As we try to fit in with the family life The mind-numbing comedown The trouble and strife All the misunderstandings, defensive attacks The walls we don't dare relax And the hurt in your eyes, I know you know that I pray For the phone-call that takes me away We won't be much use to you dead