Hot tar on my feet; I’m cemented
Like a birch in fall
Waiting for it's death
I'm losing pieces in my wintry end
Maybe not this year around… I meant it
I got metal shoes
Weight on a wooden head
Maybe it better some things left unsaid
Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer
And I should have seen it coming
Should've made my conscience clear
Is it guilt
Or embarrassment I feel
In my naked place;
In my naked place
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
And I don’t want to go in my place now
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
Take me away, Take me away!
I’m ready but sometimes I can change my mind
I know I’ve got a limited amount of time
I’m coming up slow;
I’m coming up slow…
Like a birch in fall
Waiting for it's death
I'm losing pieces in my wintry end
Maybe not this year around… I meant it
I got metal shoes
Weight on a wooden head
Maybe it better some things left unsaid
Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer
And I should have seen it coming
Should've made my conscience clear
Is it guilt
Or embarrassment I feel
In my naked place;
In my naked place
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
And I don’t want to go in my place now
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
Take me away, Take me away!
I’m ready but sometimes I can change my mind
I know I’ve got a limited amount of time
I’m coming up slow;
I’m coming up slow…
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