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 stares
And everybody cares
It's fair to say that
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
And everybody talks
And everybody stares
You knew your day to shine
Would come without you here
Come without you here
Nothing was keeping you here
Here
Nothing is keeping you here