no one knows where the lone wolf sleeps
no one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep
no one learns the secret name
no one burns in the absent flame
no one broke d.b. cooper’s fall
no one hopes to hear the bag man call
children piping in the main square
but no one’s dancing
no one’s dancing down there
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
no promise sweeter than a blood pact
nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act
no morning colder than the first frost
no friends closer than the ones we’ve lost
nothing sharper than a serpent’s tooth
nothing harder than the gospel truth
though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice
you can’t cross the same river twice
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
there’s a club where you’d like to go
you could meet someone who’s lost like you
revel in the darkness like a pair of open graves
fumble through the fog for a season or two
no town more barren than our town
no haven safer than the one they tore down
no greater love than to lay my life down for a friend
no sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end
no one knows where the lone wolf’s gone
no one sees him camped out right there on the front lawn
we played for you but you would not sing
no one was gonna get away with anything
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
no one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep
no one learns the secret name
no one burns in the absent flame
no one broke d.b. cooper’s fall
no one hopes to hear the bag man call
children piping in the main square
but no one’s dancing
no one’s dancing down there
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
no promise sweeter than a blood pact
nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act
no morning colder than the first frost
no friends closer than the ones we’ve lost
nothing sharper than a serpent’s tooth
nothing harder than the gospel truth
though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice
you can’t cross the same river twice
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
there’s a club where you’d like to go
you could meet someone who’s lost like you
revel in the darkness like a pair of open graves
fumble through the fog for a season or two
no town more barren than our town
no haven safer than the one they tore down
no greater love than to lay my life down for a friend
no sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end
no one knows where the lone wolf’s gone
no one sees him camped out right there on the front lawn
we played for you but you would not sing
no one was gonna get away with anything
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
the river goes where the water flows
but no one knows when the batcave closed
Lyrics submitted by ameboid
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The Batcave was an OG Goth club in London's West End before Goth was a thing. I imagine it was a place where like minded people could meet and revel in their sorrow and darkness. Loners and Lone Wolves finding a pack. This song seems, to me at least, to speak to the romanticism of a lost place and moment in time where the narrator found community where previously non had existed.
Zero opinions. Speechless. Hilarious. This one has everyone scratching their head. Gother than Goth. Like a "serious" Weird Al Yankovic exaggeration/parody of Goth... Except being serious.
D. B. Cooper was someone who hi-jacked an airplane, and then jumped off the airplane. No one's ever found him, but it's believed that his parachute failed and he did not survive the fall.
I believe this song is about the closing of the Batcave (it was a goth club in London). Goth was music for people who don't fit in, and those people who don't fit in, aka lone wolves, gathered together with other lone wolves and then they were happy because even though they were still in the darkness, they were no longer alone. But once the club closed down, the lone wolves couldn't do that anymore. It is believed that "the lone wolf" in this song may have committed suicide, but no one has found him or his remains just like no one found D.B. Cooper or his remains. I believe all the mentions of water are actually the tears of the lone wolves who miss the Batcave.