Empty Glasses On The Table

Rows Of Bottles Without Labels

No-one Drinks With Friends No More

Look To Yourself And That's For Sure.



Pull Up All The Roots I'm Growing

I'm On My Way

Don't Know Quite Just Where I'm Going

I'm On My Way



I'm On My Way

I Don't Know When But I'm Going Soon

On My Way

It Won't Be Long, Perhaps This Afternoon.



I'll Follow Signs That Point The Way

To Yet Another Empty Day

Seems It's Just My Generation

But I Never Leave The Station.



Memories That Come It Seems

To Haunt Me Always In My Dreams

Trains Go Whistling By Forever

I'll Just Hope For Sunny Weather.



Pull Up All The Roots I'm Growing

I'm On My Way

Don't Know Quite Just Where I'm Going

I'm On My Way



I'm On My Way

I Don't Know When But I'm Going Soon

On My Way

It Won't Be Long, Perhaps This Afternoon.