Going down again
I’m digging a grave
On a greyhound bus
I’m digging a well
Where the lands run dry
I really should go away
There’s nothing left here to say
I just tried to tell you
Many more where on their way
But you didn’t want to listen
You just had to stay
I’m going down again
Take it or leave it things
Don’t always go quite as planned
I’m watching the smoke
Rise above the tray
I’m watching the night
turn into day
There’s nothing left here to say
I just tried to tell you
Many more where on their way
But you didn’t want to listen
You just had to stay
I’m going down again
Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007