Grabbed my hat my coat my shoes and boldy stepped outside
To the grey old street I'd seen so many times before
Past the factory gate I walked to hastily
Till I cam to the edge of town
Took the next train from the station far as I could spend
For as far as I could go was not far enough for me
From my pocket came an old cigarette
And I smoked from the station to the field
Feeling that much colder with the snow now falling over me
I looked towards the mountains to the sea
And on that very ground I stood alone not caring where I was
Just looking for the cold cold heart, of a Russian Wood
It wasn't that I left you standing yours the choice you made
I had to leave you understand to make my own way
Past the city lights their houses full of dreams
Dear friend I really had to go
Lonely now I picture thee still working to that steady beat
Of
To the grey old street I'd seen so many times before
Past the factory gate I walked to hastily
Till I cam to the edge of town
Took the next train from the station far as I could spend
For as far as I could go was not far enough for me
From my pocket came an old cigarette
And I smoked from the station to the field
Feeling that much colder with the snow now falling over me
I looked towards the mountains to the sea
And on that very ground I stood alone not caring where I was
Just looking for the cold cold heart, of a Russian Wood
It wasn't that I left you standing yours the choice you made
I had to leave you understand to make my own way
Past the city lights their houses full of dreams
Dear friend I really had to go
Lonely now I picture thee still working to that steady beat
Of