Lovers, keep on the road you're on. Runners, until the race is run. Soldiers, you've got to soldier on. Sometimes even the right is wrong. . They are turning my head out.
Lovers, keep on the road you're on. Runners, until the race is run. Soldiers, you've got to soldier on. Sometimes even right is wrong. . They are turning my head out.
There's a wild wind blowing. Down the corner of my street. Every night there the headlights are glowing. . There's a cold war coming,. On the radio I heard.