22 (Johnson) For the day I'm not here, when I'm gone and I'm sorry If I don't have time, you know what I mean When I'm far, not far from here, when I've signed for another year I'll be so... you know When the white old moon's in the dead old sky And you're looking on from the window of your own room It is such bad luck that you will not recover Do you believe that? Wake up, light. This place is my right Night, city light, I can see to the field And I'll go there someday I'll look back and I'll see my window When the white old moon's in the dead old sky And you're looking on from the window of your own room It is such bad luck that you will not recover Do you believe that? You shouldn't believe that a crack in the pavement Is to break, not be broken The cracks are in your mind