If You Are Leaving

Written by: Dave Davies

Published by: Dave Davies

Lyrics:

In a deep hole lies a body
Looking for a crack up in the wall.
'Though the world treats him bad, there's a smile upon his face.
Looking for a crack up in the wall.
'Though it doesn't matter much to me.
No it doesn't really matter much to me.

See the birds fly by him. And the trees stand by him.
Looking for a space up in the sky.
'Though the promises are hard and the Loving is to keep.
While looking for a space up in the sky.
No it doesn't matter much to me.
No it doesn't really matter much to me.

If you are leaving won't know which way to go.
If you are leaving won't know which way to go.
Well if you are leaving guess I'll just have to grow.

But how can I love you when you lock me up in a box.
How can I love you when you lock me up in a box.
You give me three meals a day but my head is a parking lot.

How can I Love you when I got no shoes on my feet.
How can I Love you when I got no shoes on my feet.
They're bound to cripple my toes but don't you think they'd look kinda neat.

In a deep hole lies a body
Looking for a crack up in the wall.
'Though the promises are hard and the Loving is to keep.
While looking for a crack up in the wall.
'Though it doesn't matter much to you
No it doesn't really matter much to you.

If you are leaving don't know which way to go.
If you are leaving won't know which way to go.
Well if you are leaving guess I'll just have to grow.

The begging blind naked sniffing dirt from the churches behind.
The begging blind naked sniffing dirt from the churches behind.
Sacred hope for the weak and deluded pride guide for the kind.

See the old lady easing her cares with cheap wine.
See the old lady easing her cares with cheap wine.
Oh Lord please help me I say but could you make by 12 o'clock noon.

This song can be found on the following releases:

stereo mix (4:19), recorded 1971 at Morgan Studios, Willesden, London

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