for so long i've been away from home
how wonderful its been
to drain my dreamy head here
and know i'll never come again
ill leave you in the morning light
for there are empty ears to fill
to you it seems im always moving
but i'm travelling standing still

my father was a farmer
i the second of two sons
sometimes i guess what he was thinking
as the last breath left his lungs
i write them in a pad of paper
and then burn them into ash
so he can read them too
and write 'too bad, i'm never coming back'

i feel pity for this city
as it crumbles into dust
but all you pretty little girls
find your way here to get lost
i make my way through the perfume parade
and to the duchess i confess
that the smell i miss the most
is of an honest shepardess

anything you try to tell me
i will only close my ears
because you change the meaning of a word
and its solely for a sneer
when i mistake what you say
which makes me much lesser a man
in the hole behind your mirror eyes
and the folds of your soft hands

there's more of you inside of me than i care for there to be

don't you feel worse when you feel better
than a brother, but whos the best
here where gossip is a gospel
and time spent talking's just a test
of who can confuse the most
of us plain dressed modest men
i hold my holy humble heart here for you to halve in two