| When red lights are blinking
|
| I was thinking about my home
|
| The same old sinking feeling in my bones
|
| The river, she was burning
|
| And the air was turning sour
|
| I said I should be high on the wings of a shining hour
|
| So I got my bags together
|
| Said I’m travelling down that line
|
| I never thought no love was left behind
|
| So take me far away now
|
| As far as I can go
|
| And I wrote a simple message in the snow
|
| No love…
|
| That’s all right, there’s no love
|
| No love will be lost in me
|
| Tried to keep my distance
|
| But resistance wore right down
|
| And I had to settle up with that old town
|
| 'Cause I could still remember when
|
| November’s red and gold
|
| But it fades just like an ember in the cold
|
| So I got my bags together
|
| And I went back down that line
|
| And I never even knew what I would find
|
| There were old familiar faces
|
| To smile and wish me well
|
| And I wondered why the lie I had to tell
|
| No love…
|
| That’s all right, there’s no love
|
| No love is lost in me
|
| No love…
|
| That’s all right, there’s no love
|
| No love is lost in me
|
| No love…
|
| That’s all right, there’s no love
|
| No love is lost in me |