The one way out’s the one way in, it seems.
And you and I, and these few battered dreams,
Must start again, out somewhere else, I see.
It’s nothing more than plain sobriety –
For slippery and cold may be our way:
But we’ve a way to go, and so we must –
To find new walls, new love, new hope, new trust,
And turn the foggy night to brighter day.
It’s only just another twisted turn
In all the bends and curves life throws at us:
Another chance to grow, to look, to learn,
And when we’re older, look back and discuss.
But now I see, by looking at your face,
That maybe only I should leave this place