So on the way downnI count the days of numbers outnSo on the way downnI lose the sense of meaningnHey there, you knownAll lights gone outnTime's running outnIt's meant to bennAfar, a hanging on the treesnAway from sight and hearingnA time when all the leaves were greennEmbarrassed now from bloomingnHey there, you knownMan's playing godnLife can be bought and sold with easennHang like a starnLay down like a bricknI've been made a fool of menDry as a nailnThrough flesh into woodnI've been made a fool of menHey there, you knownAll kinds of sadnGrey kind of black is hanging onnAll kinds of bad are hanging on.