Coombes You look to me a sad young man Down is where you're going You've blindly found an easy way You think that it's not showing. Is this what you want ? Is this what you're struggling to be ? Brought your face to the ground Won't you ever see ? You came down South from Birmingham Tired of all the faces A stranger to a strange new town Unfamiliar places. You came down and you didn't know why And then you didn't even try Swept along by the crowd Blown along like a cloud. The heavy spell of dark and night Your created isolation This loneliness just need not be You are your own creation. Though you may be down and out Life need not be so heavy For even though your dues are high Should you become the levy ? Is this what you want ? Is this what you're struggling to be ? Is this what you want ? Is this what you're struggled to be ? Is this what you want ? Is this what you're struggling to be ? Is this what you want ? Is this what you're struggled to be ?