I Am Kloot

Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
And days, stretch out, beneath the sun
No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one loves, so no-one cries
And we wait to see just what we will become
Don't let me falter, don't let me ride
Don't let the earth in me subside
Let me see just who I will become
You're like the clouds in my home town
You just grow fat and hang around
And you're days stretch out beneath the sun
And you don't live, you don't die, you don't love so you don't cry