He left at midnight, with nothing in his hands
would she forgive him, would she ever understand
oh how he loved them, they were his very life
there was nothing left but for him to leave
his child and his wife
his child and wife

was it really happening, it seemed just like a dream
all he had he left behind him all he wanted was to scream
the streets grew colder in scenes of cloudy grey
his memory led him back to all
that led him to that day
to that day

once his home was stately his empire knew no cost
self importance had won the battle that humility had lost
each day they told him you need credit to succeed
and when you have a lot to lose
they'll give you all you need
all you need

a country rides on crested waves until it meets the sand
then money trees meet autumn mist
that scorns our empty hands
his debts grew bigger like a cancer taking root
now money lenders hibernate
and live from his labour's fruit
his labour's fruit

it's so hard to love someone while bitter words are said
so many nights he felt as if he would be better dead
his back finally broken, crushed beneath the load
there was nowhere left for him to go
but the coward's road
the coward's road

he walks at midnight, just a vagrant passing through
a year has quickly come and gone
perhaps it was two
some say he's wealthy, he just likes to live that way
some want to help him
but ignore him anyway
anyway


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Words & Music by Nemo James