The end of life can never be good, but it can be better. This and the next song, The Centurion, present two stories of contrasting lives nearing their end - one in isolation but with memories, the other with family after having soldiered on no matter what.
lyrics
I don't like it here,
It's cold and it's lonely and the light has gone
I can remember when it always shone
Shone on my very, very special one
But now she's gone, and...
I don't like it here
Day after day the empty hours to fill
Day after day the hours grow on their bill
Me, I sit silent as an act of will
Remembering still
Remembering still
When I wasn't here
I had the morning and the clear blue sky
I raced the river as the sun climbed high
Made love in shadow where we used to lie
My love and I
My love, and...
I don't like it here
They talk like we're children in a nursery
For we are old and such a mystery
Locked in the prison of a history
They'll never see
And I don't like it here
Waiting for God to come and find my door
And when he does, my God, he'll get what for
I've been the bull he's been the Matador
The Picador, Toreador