I went walking in a photograph
Side by side with a group of my best regrets
And I wandered home
Later all alone
In a come stained dirty dress
And at the side of the canal
I sat and watched all the young people hanging out
Yeah there was a time
When that could have been mine
But I guess I just missed my chance
Now I listen hard
Try to hear what real life is
But I can't make it out
Over the murmur and shout
Of the street scene playing out in front of me
All my ravens have come home
To roost in the boughs
Yeah they are sitting there squalling in the bare crowns
I went walking in a photograph
Down the fields with the Ghost of Ambitions Past
And he had his fun
Showed me what I could have won
If I got my head out of my ass
And on a lonely road
In the kind of cold that cuts into the bone
I can barely recall
What you look like at all
See you are playing all coy
As I trudge through the mud in my moth eaten coat
All my ravens have come home
To roost in the boughs
And they are sitting there laughing at what I’m reduced to now
And I cursed every word I shat out of my mouth
Staining rue to the hue of my photographs now
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Oh I didn't know it all
No I didn't know at all
Know!