Who knows about the cards | |
For the man who holds the ace? | |
Whatever he has lost | |
Some had said it was a waste | |
And the days are growing short | |
And the nights you lay awake | |
And the sad can be bored (?) | |
Couldn't bring myself to stay | |
You'll find | |
They'll change their minds | |
It's still the same | |
No one left now, an empty space | |
Time is coming to leave this place | |
Moving on now, see you there | |
We're miles from nowhere | |
Nowhere | |
(faint, distorted) Miles from nowhere |