It's no use raising a shout.

No, Honey, you can cut that right out.

I don't want any more hugs;

Make me some fresh tea, fetch me some rugs.

Here am I, here are you:

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?

A long time ago I told my mother

I was leaving home to find another:

I never answered her letter

But I never found a better.

Here am I, here are you:

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?

It wasn't always like this?

Perhaps it wasn't, but it is.

Put the car away; when life fails,

What the good of going to Wales?

Here am I, here are you:

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?

In my spine there was a base,

And I knew the general's face:

But they've severed all the wires,

And I can't tell what the general desires.

Here am I, here are you:

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?

In my veins there is a wish,

And a memory of fish:

When I lie crying on the floor,

It says, "You've often done this before."

Here am I, here are you:

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?

A bird used to visit this shore:

It isn't going to come any more.

I've come a very long way to prove

No land, no water, and no love.

Here am I, here are you.

But what does it mean? What are we going to do?