I saw some old friends as I came to the city gate

They asked me where I'd been of late

I hadn't been anywhere, but what was I going to say

Two hopeful people looking at me that way

You can't comprehend what it's like

We stood in the sunlight and they asked me where I'd been

Held the gate open, told me to come on in

I saw the damp green grass so nice on the other side

Couldn't explain myself to them but I tried

Ground was dry but giving, the sky was nearly black

Saw some old friends when I looked back

Remember my old home, haven't forgotten yet

What happens on the day when I forget