There's a light in the distance A grey scale ahead Nine vacant crosses, come on There is nothing behind us Nothing you hear Tell me of your troubles, come on No way you silly man No way you're being honest with me No ghosts are wailing here, come off it She was for the taking With skin so plain We planned for fall, to wed Her father worked the late nights Mother used to cry “Get a fucking husband, or a job” No way you silly man No way you must be lying to me No way you clever man No ones around so take me Don't stand there doing nothing You are the life I've waited for I saw it happening No hope tomorrow, wine for today