I opened the back door this morning
I can see the yard is green
There's a spare change of clothes hanging on the rope
And there's a chair sitting beside me

A useless table sits here
A tray of ash full to the brim
There's a fox running round in the bushes
He thinks that I cannot see him

Krishna has gone back
We found he had less to pay
A black cat sits on the wall
Feels like nothings gonna change at all

I think I'll take myself off to bed
My feet hurt as well as my head
I'll go and sleep it off for an hour or 3
That's what it takes
To be free like me

Krishna has gone back
We found he had less to pay
A black cat sits on the wall
Feels like nothings gonna change at all