Get up and go from herenFar as can benGet up and go from herenWatch how the garden fallsnHow I crawlnBack to the groundnFor the last grand fallible plan never made a standnFor our last most valuable friends have fled this landnAnd the laugh's on younAnd the laugh's on menAnd we're left with our blue blue soulsnAir is foulnBitter taste in my mouthnStill I live herenChiming bellsnIn the air they're resoundingnLike hope is nearnMy crumbling will is gonenMy aimless feetnI return to my hiding holenShould I just grow old here?nDeal with the fearnStay in my holenDo as I'm told.