Everybody's bound to fall
But I don't need another call
To give my life another chance
and close my eyes to try a dance
The riverbank is still the same
The crawfish hides himself again
I take my sleeping bag and dream away

cricket in the windowsill
Is looking out and standing still
He must be very young, I bet
[bad word] teenage cricket yet
He's got a voice so thin and high
I saw myself straight in his eyes
I'll call him Gerald from now and again

I'm going away from here [bad word] along
I'm going away my dear
and [bad word] and go

horsy stood around my bed
His eyes were deep and painted black
And when the sun begun to fall
And everyone around was gone
I dreamed of a girl again and said
"I love your breath into my hair
The way you cast a shadow on the moon"

Na na na ...

I'm going away from here [bad word] along
I'm going away my dear
and [bad word] and go