Janie hates all our faces
But wipes her hand of any trace of
A cross that bring you downwards
She's always looked out for you
And mother packs your weekly lunches
And folds your clothes in tight, clean bunches
Wipes her eyes from weeping
at the thought that you'd be leaving
But brother, don't you play the story
Of the boy who had it all but seen nothing

Santa Cruz, where will you go?
Now it's time for leaving
Santa Cruz, where will you go?
 Now it's time for leaving

The ash was burnt into the carpet,
You lose your mind when you try to force it
You're so up all you'd see
Was that we were underneath
And all the beauty only rendered special
When you burn the skin and board the vessel
When daylight asks you questions
You've only got your silence
But brother, did you hear the story
Of a boy who had it all but seen nothing

Santa Cruz, where will you go?
Now it's time for leaving
Santa Cruz, where will you go?
Now it's time for leaving

And outside, you'll find the only road you've ever known
Without street lights now and ghosts take you by the throat
Through the games you played, don't you know?
That I'd be ready

Santa Cruz, where will you go?
Now it's time for leaving
Santa Cruz, where will you go?
Now it's time for leaving