To distance myself from it all
Where no one could hear me fall
And the nails there they grow old
They've rusted out from the cold
Because I hammered them home
Far from this place I'll go
Far from this place I'll go
And by my father I was told,
That where you come from is gold
And it don't matter where you go,
It ain't never gonna feel quite like home
And I've been weathered and aged,
From days spent out in the rain
And I got a feeling in my heart,
That I'll go back to the start
Far from this place I'll go
Far from this place I'll go
Down in Southwest England
Down in Southwest England