From the recording The Rookery

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it’s late in the night, and the moon’s so low
the day’s burned up and all the ashes blow
the spider is sleeping out on the cobweb road
it’s time to say goodbye

at the end of the hallway, at the top of the stairs
rocks in the corner like a caged up bear
never had the courage, never had the will
and as far as I know, he’s living there still

someday my father’s tears will run free
someday my ship will sail home on the breeze
and hard times will end, though it’s hard to say when
but it’s time to say goodbye

the night like a blanket is covering this kiss
I confess what I’m thinking is that there’s no time for this
your face it is shining like the rain washed street
I wish I could know if this is advance or retreat