| Who knows about the cards | |
| For the man who holds the ace? | |
| Whatever he has lost | |
| Some had said it was a waste | |
| And the days are growing short | |
| And the nights you lay awake | |
| And the sad can be bored (?) | |
| Couldn't bring myself to stay | |
| You'll find | |
| They'll change their minds | |
| It's still the same | |
| No one left now, an empty space | |
| Time is coming to leave this place | |
| Moving on now, see you there | |
| We're miles from nowhere | |
| Nowhere | |
| (faint, distorted) Miles from nowhere |