Got a window-washer's head
For an unmakeable bed
For loneliness
The past is no place to
Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at yer sides
Your face a campaign debt, reflected sky
You die to your fans one window at at a time, that's right

Gotta a window-washer's eye
For an untuckable sky
For lonely design
The past is no place to
Try, but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride
Singing in one voice, preoccupied
And with nothing to say, I'll sing it bright, that's right

I am here
It's only me
I ain't freed nobody yet
It's just me
I'll just be a sec
I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat
I'm a reader, I'm no threat

Who sings lonely?
Everyone sings lonely
It doesn't sound so bad
Who is free?
Everybody's freed from the tired of being sad
So sad

How will I know?
How will I know if I'm helping?
More so, how will she know if I'm helping?
If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right

I am here
It's only me
I ain't freed nobody yet
It's just me
Clearing spider webs
I'm a listener, I'm no threat
I am here
Failed and failing breath
I'm a listener, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat
I'm a watcher
I'm no threat
No threat
No threat

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Baker, Robert Gordon Sinclair