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