... without ease
On these
Streets were you were raised
I had a really bad dream
It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days

No she's no, she was on telly this morning here.

i thought her saw her in the post office queue
twiddling with a biro
whilst i was cashing my giro
she still looked like a dream
but she played for the other team

I'm not sure and I'm not asking
But I thought I heard you say
"Just walk past him"
But why can I never do anything before you go?
I don't know

And outside the streets are empty
There was no time then
And now there's plenty
Oh why do I never get the chance to say a word
When you're on your own?

If there's nothing that I want more
Why do my steps get this small
When I reach your front door?
And I wait outside for you to come back out
And your light goes out

You don't know me but I'm still here
And, God, the last time I saw you
You were, oh this near
And there's a thousand things I wish I'd said and done
But the moment's gone

Are you thinking of commiting suicide? There's help available you know, apparently!