(Greg)

Won't you try to come down

They all said they'd be here

You know you've been to every gathering

Stretching out the years

You haven't said anything at all you could be

Just a photo on the wall you can see

You can't cut, I cannot bleed

Relieved to see my dreams recede

Finally going now waving goodbye

I keep asking them why

It's so much warmer this year

The people in the house across the street have moved away

Had I said that the stove needs repair?

Finally going now waving goodbye

As if you hoped to find me paralysed in record time

Clinging to life well I'm not blind

Won't you try to come down they all said they'd be here

You know you've been to every gathering stretching out the

Years it's the least you could do you could come down once or

Twice or three times a year it just seems like the least you

Could do the least you could do

You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall

You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall