Hot tar on my feet; I’m cemented
Like a birch in fall
Waiting for it's death
I'm losing pieces in my wintry end

Maybe not this year around… I meant it
I got metal shoes
Weight on a wooden head
Maybe it better some things left unsaid

Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer
And I should have seen it coming
Should've made my conscience clear
Is it guilt
Or embarrassment I feel
In my naked place;
In my naked place


And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
And I don’t want to go in my place now
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
Take me away, Take me away!


I’m ready but sometimes I can change my mind
I know I’ve got a limited amount of time
I’m coming up slow;
I’m coming up slow…

Good friends come and go; it's relentless
An ironic stroke, to my old life's page
My gilded conscience guilted by it's hate
It’s bad cause I know I’m not seeing straight

Time and it’s deliberate isolation
Under distance holds a way to bring you to a break
I’ve done the math and all it caused was pain
I’ve felt it’s wrath inside my softened brain


Oh forgetfulness, you tore off my veneer
And I should have seen it coming
Should've made my conscience clear
Is it guilt
Or embarrassment I feel
In my naked place;
In my naked place

And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
And I don’t want to go in my place now
And I don’t want to go back to Cape Town
Take me away, Take me away!