Born to stay in a new world of grey towns.. Now we pay for the years of decline.. Half the world concerned with its future.. Half the world preparing to die..
Oh you'll never find Brian here.. He didn't come home tonight.. They telephoned us from school.. He's run away again. He's run away again.. . Oh you'll never find Brian here..
The map has gone. It's burning in the afternoon. The smell's so strong. No chance to walk away. . Gold medallions for the proud men in khaki. Those battalions of strangers.
We share a common destination. Each person has their time to die. But men are speeding up that journey. By seeing what they can destroy. With their cruise missiles.
Oh, you'll never find Brian here. He didn't come home tonight. They telephoned us from school. He's run away again, he's run away again. . Oh, you'll never find Brian here.
The other side of the room. An empty bottle lies broken. Purple faces are sure. Of snow white sheets to soak in. . His clothes are spread around. They smell of perspiration.
Rub your eyes and look again. Facial features show the strain. But don't back a, don't back away. . Idle hours lost their charm. They won't do you any harm.
I told them I take photos for this magazine. They let me in to see you comb your hair. I watched for signs as I came through that door. The anxious eyes that I've been waiting for.
Colorful compartments. Desert island views. Elusive in England. Forget the fabrications. Give us all a clue. . Have faith in horizon. Intercity interlude.