Anyway the leaves have fallen
there’s nothing you can do.
The streets are cold and forgotten,
the birds are leaving too.

Anyway the sun is setting
the night will start anew.
You can stay awake forever
still the news won’t come to you.

Anyway who knows what’ll happen?
We do what we can do.
It’s either God or the devil.
It’s either me or you.

Anyway we are forgiven,
says the preacher in the hall.
His words rang loud and mighty
for those about to fall.

Anyway they have decided
the gamblers have come through.
They’ve torn down all the headstones
and our favourite library too.

Anyway the house is crumbling
the rent is past its due.
They won’t stay for what’s coming
there’s just too much to do.

Anyway we’ll be forgotten,
like the ones who came before.
Who cares if we were loyal,
or left before the war?

Anyway who needs this nonsense?
Who needs a point of view?
They say they have the law
and the tools to bend your will.

Anyway it doesn’t matter
we’ve been through this before.
I’ve called to say I’m sorry
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before.

Anyway I don’t care anymore.
Who cares if it is true?
When your heart’s full of troubles
and you just wanna make it through.