Deborah Conway   Train train shake my window pane   Chair chair sitting empty there   Moon moon can you hear me moan   Phone phone and say you're coming home   I'm falling into the holes in the road   Pain pain put my fingers in the flame   Pain pain put your fist through the frame   Cry cry my tears never dry   Why why was it all a lie   I'm falling you're falling into the holes in the road   And I know we pass and I know they mend,   And I know they pass and I know we mend   Rain rain flowing down my drain   Gone gone my baby's really gone   I'm falling, you're falling, we are all falling   Into the holes in the road   Gone gone my baby's really gone