Standing at the top of the hill
Taking stock of the day
I see your mates running down the street
After they broke away
Destroying lives and bragging about
The silly things they've done
With your heart in a box
You're blinded by their words whether they're right or wrong
I'd rather follow my own rules
And trust my own two hands
I'd grab the moon and give it to
You on a golden tray
Then you'd kiss me like lovers do
When love was still a chance
But your heart is in a box
And all I hear from you fills me with sour regret
Round and round the ploughman digs the same old trail
I'm driving my life away
And it's such a crying shame
Sleep my baby
There's no beauty to regain
Everything we've done is wrecked
And there's no help to expect
And if you'll be among the ones
To set the world ablaze
Just go ahead and drop the bomb
That will leave us stone dead
But if you think it will save your soul
You're deluding yourself
Your heart is in a box
And no salvation comes to get it out of there
Round and round the ploughman digs the same old trail
I'm driving my life away
And it's such a crying shame
Sleep my baby
There's no beauty to regain
Everything we've done is wrecked
And there's no help to expect
Round and round the ploughman digs the same old trail
I'm driving my life away
And it's such a crying shame
Sleep my baby
There's no beauty to regain
Everything we've done is wrecked
And there's no help to expect
I'm driving my life away
Oh it's such a crying shame