Supposed to be stood like statues

Supposed to be sad like clowns

When I’m lighting up like Christmas Day

You’re supposed to bring me down

 

There’s a black crow by the roadside

She is pointing to the south

Train set to leave at the station

Farewell half-formed on your mouth

 

Desperate words wont stop this journey

I fought the hungry wolves of doubt

No broken field could ever hold me

As I tried to get my courage out

 

Walk me to the station

And set me on my way

Been away so many times

I know what to say