There's a light in the distance
A grey scale ahead
Nine vacant crosses, come on
There is nothing behind us
Nothing you hear
Tell me of your troubles, come on
No way you silly man
No way you're being honest with me
No ghosts are wailing here, come off it
She was for the taking
With skin so plain
We planned for fall, to wed
Her father worked the late nights
Mother used to cry
“Get a fucking husband, or a job”
No way you silly man
No way you must be lying to me
No way you clever man
No ones around so take me
Don't stand there doing nothing
You are the life I've waited for
I saw it happening
No hope tomorrow, wine for today