Many's the time I ran with you down the rainy roads of our old townMany the lives we lived in each day and buried altogether
Don't laugh at me, don't look away
You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes
And on your own bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
In white light, I don't think so
But what do I know? What do I know?
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do