Capricornia don't walk away    show me to the back of your hand    capricornia don't leave me here    dying in the back of your land.       In the evening things all fall apart    they crawl away dying in the bushes alone    in the morning well I see myself    see myself as a Christ like figure walking.       In the evening things all fall apart    they crawl away    drowning in the setting sun    in the morning well I see myself    I see myself as a father mother brother sister.       Capricornia don't walk away    show me to the back of your hand    capricornia don't fade away    show me to the back of your hand    capricornia it's a free ride    capricornia.