He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back
 And go where he'd begun
 Roses are the flower he would prefer
 Scatter all his ashes on the pier
 
 Genova Heights, Genova Heights
 Are hard to leave, are hard to leave
 The bedroom lights of Genova Heights are hard to leave
 
 You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
 I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
 You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
 I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
 
 He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep, so now I keep my window closed at night
 S.O.S. in morse code when the wind blows, he is waiting for his moment to be right
 
 Genova Heights, Genova Heights
 Are hard to leave, are hard to leave
 The endless nights of Genova Heights are hard to leave, so hard to leave...
 
 You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
 I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
 You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
 I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood