i left my girl in the early morning
long before it broke
i made out for the lonely ocean
through the morning smoke
walked down silent streets
passed the hanging meats
i wiped the window clean, looked inside
couldnt help but grieve
saw some poor pig skinned alive
glad it wasnt me
i heard the foghorn's calls
echoed off the crumbling walls
i ran into some old friends
but they dont know me now
the world was turning round in space
and i just stopped somehow
i stood of stone white clay
as they slowly walked away
i know more now than i wanted
about you since you've been dead
i hope by God you'd taken back
all those things you said
and was that really you
back again, long overdue
