THANK YOU, for staying around so long, I know it's been hard. You spend half your life, just testing the ground. THANK YOU, I thought you would come to
And the horse riding up through the red skies The moon is down With a gold colored bird through the cloud flies The moon is down Look east to the sun
The room and street are known only to me and a few I won't tell nobody A place to meet where no-one can tell you what to do I won't tell nobody Here Awake
Run, run, the shotgun has got you in its range Turn, turn away, when it's time to make a change Look where you're going, try not to lose your way What
He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his future no more aimless time to spend And evading
Once three friends Sweet in sadness Now part of their past In the end Full of gladness
(*) Rock climber, Good-timer, Backstager, All-nighter (*) Rock climber, Good-timer, follows the songs through the night (*) In the night (*) Backstager
See now, like cat then mouse, I move, they move, the game hasn't an end. Good news soon, bad news then, I know the sound that says "nothing again". What
Rests where he's staying, nowhere he knows A place where nobody cares where he's straying or where he goes To find no one in particular, footloose, adventure
There coming over Charaton Bridge Look do you see the man who is poor but rich What do you wish and where do you go Who are you, where are you from Will
Two weeks in Spain makes the year disappear easy Two weeks in Spain, you forget, bored and yet weary We're back again, drink the wine, weather's fine,
Why am I using words, no more to say without you Close the door, put out the lights and go. Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between
You walk in here, and it seems you think You own the place. You ruin the sinks and you write on the wall. After all the consideration given you, I thought
Wheels go 'round, from end to end, A passage run, go down, descend. And underground the air is stale With blurring light and endless rail. On the wheels
And though the hard times, are really due to me, it is still in me, to wave all this unrest. Things must stay, there must be no change, anyway, time to
Once he could smile maybe happy Fighting for his future and his destinations There were his friends he'd rely on Everyone had nothing but their aspirations
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on, Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong. (*) Words from
You'll find an answer You've got to believe in your own way of life So you'll have to find an answer You'll have to find a way, try to find, try to find
