Lyrics:

24 miles from the city
Finally here gee it's good to be home once again
Hotel no longer looks pretty
Falling behind all the curtains are wasting away

Berkley house is standing in the square
And all the clouds above they linger low
No-one ever comes here anymore...

Bristling hard like the clover
Covered up chairs broken frames
Don't allow me to see
Thinking it carefully over
Looking at you
In reflection you're looking at me

Berkley house is standing in the square...

Maybe I'm wrong
But I've really been too long away from here
Maybe I'm crazy
But something keeps telling me stay
And I wasn't born
To resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made
To evade what my eyes really see