Empty glasses on the table Rows of bottles without labels No-one drinks with friends no more Look to yourself and that's for sure. Pull up all the roots I'm growing I'm on my way Don't know quite just where I'm going I'm on my way I'm on my way I don't know when but I'm going soon On my way It won't be long, perhaps this afternoon. I'll follow signs that point the way To yet another empty day Seems it's just my generation But I never leave the station. Memories that come it seems To haunt me always in my dreams Trains go whistling by forever I'll just hope for sunny weather. Pull up all the roots I'm growing I'm on my way Don't know quite just where I'm going I'm on my way I'm on my way I don't know when but I'm going soon On my way It won't be long, perhaps this afternoon.