It used to be I'd hand around then leave
Think of all the bad things that have been done to me
My confidence was hanging in the trees
I used to be the black sheep of the family
And all these bad dreams that have to come to me
Bring back memories of factories
And oh surely you would be better off, without me
It used to be, I came from nowhere
Didn't really believe it didn't really care
Weather man please here my prayer
Because my cold heart is sinking again
All these bad dreams that have come to me
Seem like memories of factories
Oh surely you would be better off
Without me