It is time for you to move
You'd better get somewhere to go
And in banishing that pen-poisoned child
So bracken-haired and wild
There's a late reprieve, so why don't you up and leave?
Is there nowhere you're meant to be?
No gilded pigeon wings are going to fly
Going to fly you to your rest
You'll be underground in no uncertain terms
And dozing with the worms
There's a master plan somebody understands
And I wish that one was me
Reorganize horizons from afar
If nowhere is where you truly think you are
It's time to choose and what do you have to lose
Is there nowhere you're meant to be?