Here they come
And where they’ll go
No one knows
As the misery grows
On me
Low down me
In a year of living foolishly
Oh please
What does this mean
To me
Cold comes from the eastside
Shame comes from the west
Put them both together
See a life of dark distress
One before the other
Monumental truth
Searching for the real thing
In a cold and long pursuit
And it kills me
It’s killing me
In a year of living foolishly
Oh please
What does this mean
To me
Forlorn
Hey march on
I put my face upon it
Then I passed a friend
I didn’t even notice
Tried to comprehend
Flying close yet watching
As the others dive right in
And it kills me
It’s killing me
In a year of living foolishly
Oh please
What does this mean
To me
Forlorn
Hey march on.