Wherever the wind blows. When it blows over the sea. The moon's sitting high. Waves will rise. Water shapes. Waves will take you, take you there. Surf's up tonight.
I, I was, I was shaken down in a toy town. He, He's out there. You know it's Kennedy's shadow from White Cross to Michigan. ATM's, are in the air, oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere.
Wherever the wind blows. When it blows over the sea. The moon's sitting high. Waves will rise. Water shapes. Waves will take you, take you there. Surf's up tonight.
Well you knew from the start. That a one way loving wouldn't last. You think I'm moving slowly girl. i tell you, you're moving way too fast. . Working in the city from 9 to 5.
Spirit of the Age. There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address. Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck. .
Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground. For the people who don't deserve it now. It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown.
Hope you're a God, your turn to pray. Hope you've a God, it's your turn to pray. Light on the hill so far away. The light on the hill is so far away. Boy, where are you now.
Tell for yourself, watch me sweat, watch me crawl. Stretch me on the table, up against the wall. You can see for yourself, but you better not say. You're working four more hours every other day.
I know that the sunset empire shudders and shakes. I know there's a floodgate and a raging river. I say the silence of the ribbons of iron and steel. I say hear the punch drunk huddle drive hammer and steel.
So you've got the blues. The evening wore out your shoes. To a shuffling beat. It's a colorful crowd. . Spraycan information. Cover the lonely station.
Breaking me down, lunatic noises. Breaking me down, desperate voices. Breaking me down, phone is blistering. Breaking me down, death by listening. . Somebody's out there, Somebody's waiting.
Conquistador of Mexico, the Zulu and the Navaho. The Belgians in the Congo short memory. Plantation in Virginia, the Raj in British India. The deadline in South Africa short memory.
On the fringes of torso and lips. Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir. Pummelled plains and beaten fields. We're never broken in spirit within.
Let's begin, I am ready, let's begin. Sell my soul to him. Shed my skin, I just want to shed my skin. I don't want to sell my soul to him. Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die.
Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground. The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down. The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide.
Thought one day I'd make my fortune. Like the ancient cavalcades. From the shipyards of New Zealand. Chasing history I left home. Moving west into the sunset.
Don't want to live in a prison cell. Don't want to live in a smoking room. Independence just won't come to you. In the brief of a diplomat. . Say your prayers for the future.
(Instrumental to second part). Come to me now, be careful of what you say. Don't make a sound, there's noise enough in this. Come with me now, let night move into day.
And my eyes shut tight as the eyes of dark slip away. And I'll drift through dreams till the dawn of the day. When the sun comes up and I'll be here alone.