My dear, I have returned From looking for advice The answer is always "maybe" It's all you ever hear I told you I would show With something in my hands The fact is I don't believe you When you tell me you don't mind That there's no gold left in the hills My hands are filled with shaking bones They cheat To receive you They don't deserve your touch Because they're empty like the hills They're empty like my word The more they dig The more they see you Hiding that disappointed look Cuz there's no gold left in the hills