The lights change on the hill

The air seems strangely still

Everyone's asleep.

The floorboards creak at dawn

As you walk out on the lawn

The grass is wet beneath.

You think it rather strange

You think it rather weird

It's fair to say that

Nothing is keeping you here

Nothing is keeping you here

Nothing is keeping you here.

The phone is off the hook

As you sink into a book

You don't know where you are.

From the world; detached

Unto a girl you latched

It never got too far.

And everybody talks

And everybody stares

It's safe to say that

Nothing is keeping you here

Nothing is keeping you here

Nothing is keeping you here.

And everybody's dawn

And everybody cares

You knew your day to shine

Would come without you here.

Come without you here...

Nothing was keeping you here

Nothing is keeping you here.