If you've got nothing for me then you're making it easy, to go on and care so very little.   Like some failed retreat to the summer house in the dead of night when you came to see the colours of fall.      For I've been traveling but it's been no great escape, and wandering the gardens of the estate is doing nothing for me.   No, no no. No, no no.      Moved to up and leave with whatever wind's setting the trees, to rock and do a little dance against the house.   And if all this were just some mystery to solve, know dressing up like one of the Hardys won't work at all.      For I've been traveling but it's been no great escape, and wandering the gardens of the estate is doing nothing for me.   No, no no. No, no no.