Sangtekst: Tribe. Easter Dinner.

(Greg)
Won't you try to come down
They all said they'd be here
You know you've been to every gathering
Stretching out the years
You haven't said anything at all you could be
Just a photo on the wall you can see
You can't cut, I cannot bleed
Relieved to see my dreams recede
Finally going now waving goodbye
I keep asking them why
It's so much warmer this year
The people in the house across the street have moved away
Had I said that the stove needs repair?

Finally going now waving goodbye
As if you hoped to find me paralysed in record time
Clinging to life well I'm not blind
Won't you try to come down they all said they'd be here
you know you've been to every gathering stretching out the
years it's the least you could do you could come down once or
twice or three times a year it just seems like the least you
could do the least you could do
You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall
You haven't said anything at all just a photo on the wall