Tired of dust and dirt to clean   This place once loved, now makes me sick   I've got to get away   I've passed the places of my youth   Torn out pages from a well-read book   I dream awhile - but I leave it anyway      But I can still remember when   I could still laugh and call you friend   And only you -      You used to talk so wild and free   Now you can't remember what you used to be   You've lost the will      You could never be wrong   No, you were never that strong      Some are listening    Some are doing   Some are wasting away   I am leaving      Some cannot hear   Some are waiting    Most are writhing away      Torn between the deep blue sea   From a place on earth that appeals to me   Hell I can't swim anyway   But not for me but those I leave   Think of them as dying leaves that may bloom again      I'm leaving