(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything at all you could be Just a photo on the wall you can see You can't cut, I cannot bleed Relieved to see my dreams recede Finally going now waving goodbye I keep asking them why It's so much warmer this year The people in the house across the street have moved away Had I said that the stove needs repair? Finally going now waving goodbye As if you hoped to find me paralysed in record time Clinging to life well I'm not blind Won't you try to come down they all said they'd be here you know you've been to every gathering stretching out the years it's the least you could do you could come down once or twice or three times a year it just seems like the least you could do the least you could do You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall