Tired of dust and dirt to clean

This place once loved, now makes me sick

I've got to get away

I've passed the places of my youth

Torn out pages from a well-read book

I dream awhile - but I leave it anyway



But I can still remember when

I could still laugh and call you friend

And only you -



You used to talk so wild and free

Now you can't remember what you used to be

You've lost the will



You could never be wrong

No, you were never that strong



Some are listening

Some are doing

Some are wasting away

I am leaving



Some cannot hear

Some are waiting

Most are writhing away



Torn between the deep blue sea

From a place on earth that appeals to me

Hell I can't swim anyway

But not for me but those I leave

Think of them as dying leaves that may bloom again



I'm leaving