They said the hand of God delivered the blow But all that I know, it weren't him that nearly k**ed you I let you down, I never carried you home I left you alone, to fend there for yourself I see you out sometimes hung, drawn and square You're my Fraisse, the faces filled with sadness For all that you gained, you still look hungry and weak When I speak, I remember where I'm from Well, it's a long way back to the Meadway It's a long way back to the Strood It's a long way back to the Colosseum When we had faces, Jude When we had faces, Jude I heard they filled your head with stories of joy Said I could destroy the good things laid before you I worked it out, but knew that you'd never hear It's strange how a year can cancel out a life Well, it's a long way back to the Meadway It's a long way back to the Strood It's a long way back to the Colosseum When we had faces, Jude When we had faces, Jude Sometimes I go back, but I never stay It's wasting away, the world that we grew up in One day you will see me down on the street And when you hear me speak, you'll remember where you're from