At the back of the train he stares out the window
The carriage is empty, commuting is done; it’s the end of the line
Grasping for memories
Searching for landmarks in fields once familiar
He can’t recognise now the hedgerows are gone
The blackbirds have flown, silencing song
This wasteland belongs to a murder of crows
The hills are now levelled, the rich soil is stolen
The green belt unbuckled
Dirt yеllow behemoths belch smokе at the sun
Stark wooden crosses mark out the boundaries
Parcels of Promised Land passed on by greedy hands
Selling dreams almost true, a show house on view
A country domain in all but name as the country’s gone
His fingers brushed the sticky beards of the barley
Pulled tubers from the fragrant furrowed earth
Snatched berries from twisted briars
Plucked apples from witchy trees
Before the snakes took over paradise
And the black dog first appeared
Back in the day with no cares and no worries
It was just about being alive
Holding his own, outdrinking the other guys
Dancing alone on the floor
Popping the pills, swallowing medicine, life was just passing him by
Sleeping in alleyways, waking with strangers
Staring at ceilings avoiding their eyes
He’d fight his own shadow, accepting the beatings
And come back asking for more
Scared of no one except himself
If he could only just be somebody else
The carriage is empty, commuting is done; it’s the end of the line
Grasping for memories
Searching for landmarks in fields once familiar
He can’t recognise now the hedgerows are gone
The blackbirds have flown, silencing song
This wasteland belongs to a murder of crows
The hills are now levelled, the rich soil is stolen
The green belt unbuckled
Dirt yеllow behemoths belch smokе at the sun
Stark wooden crosses mark out the boundaries
Parcels of Promised Land passed on by greedy hands
Selling dreams almost true, a show house on view
A country domain in all but name as the country’s gone
His fingers brushed the sticky beards of the barley
Pulled tubers from the fragrant furrowed earth
Snatched berries from twisted briars
Plucked apples from witchy trees
Before the snakes took over paradise
And the black dog first appeared
Back in the day with no cares and no worries
It was just about being alive
Holding his own, outdrinking the other guys
Dancing alone on the floor
Popping the pills, swallowing medicine, life was just passing him by
Sleeping in alleyways, waking with strangers
Staring at ceilings avoiding their eyes
He’d fight his own shadow, accepting the beatings
And come back asking for more
Scared of no one except himself
If he could only just be somebody else
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