The Final Arrears

Mull Historical Society

I don’t know when to go out 
I don’t know when to stay in 
I don’t know how to belong 
I don’t know where to begin 

Reach out your hands 
Where it lies is where it lands take home 
The final arrears, it’s the final arrears 
Join all the hands take a photograph 
And smile before the final arrears 
It’s the final arrears and I’ve used all my tears 

I don’t know where they are now 
I don’t know who I could call 
Would they remember me now 
My family 

Reach out your hands 
Where it lies is where it lands take home 
The final arrears, it’s the final arrears 
Join all the hands take a photograph 
And smile before the final arrears 
It’s the final arrears and I’ve used all my tears 

I don’t know who I am now 
I don’t remember the fall 
All the gradual declines 
Have taken their toll 

Reach out your hands 
Where it lies is where it lands take home 
The final arrears, it’s the final arrears 
Join all the hands take a photograph 
And smile before the final arrears 
It’s the final arrears and I’ve used all my tears 

Hold onto the photographs 
Hold onto your friends 
Make hay with the memories 
They’re part of the pain I’m feeling now 
They’re part of the pain I’m feeling now 
They’re part of the pain I’m feeling now 
They’re part of the pain I’m feeling now 
Feeling now