reach out my hand for the shade on the window i m lying in bed there s a house just next door covered in tears for the grey skies that pass overhead but in this dark room i m a prisoner of bed sheets and november gloom drag your feet to the floor with nothing to lose just keep asking for more it s been ten long years of high hopes and long roads when your dreams meet your fears now the soul i ve acquainted and frequently meet like a friend chatting up over afternoon tea oh my god its hard to believe i m still here stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears to the sound of the drum to march as an ant til this heart comes undone oh and i i can t look back the past is a puzzle there s pieces i lack with no room for a doubt to look for the pieces i can t live without well i know my days are all numbered like a train at a crossing that s passing me by in each car some filled to the brim while others are vacant along for the ride there s no need to feel sorry for me these pities are means to a lonely disease drag your feet to the floor trust becomes easy when you choose it before its hard to believe i m still here stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears to the sound of the drum to march as an ant til this heart comes undone oh and i i can t look back the past is a puzzle there s pieces i lack with no room for a doubt to look for the pieces i can t live without