Pack It In

Drawn up in photographs A young man on the path To where I am today I've had a thousand faces Fake and fading from their spaces Oh' how the times have changed Old oak tree a' hundred thousand Leaves all over tired and aging O' o' on the forest ground I've seen a thousand people All alone without a reason Usefulness is not a thing for me I think I'll pack it in and Find a place to go and Become another me I think I'll pack it in an' Think I'll pack it in an' Think I'll pack it in an' go