I'm going back
to my lame life
I'll never love again
leaves on the porch
I don't sweep it anymore
close the door
the friends that I had
don't come around
I don't need them anyhow
I've got me to keep my down
in the pale light of the sun
through all the dust
chained as I must
to being free
can't you see me
I'm crying
I'm going back
I can't be all
that you wanted me to be
just like a gramophone
singing to an empty hall
I sing alone
and lonely as I sound
grey in a bright crowd
I've got me to keep me down
in the pale light of the sun
through all the dust
chained as I must
to being free
can't you see me
I'm crying
and I'm going back
to my lame life
I'll never love again