Moving uptown. But I know its the path I should be. Streets are all quiet. And no one saying nothing at all. . Then the sun came out of the clouds. And charged up the satellites.
Pull out the bunting. She made 'em one by one. Hang 'em in the trees. Or they'll blow away. . Move to the country. The town has told its tale. You'll be forgotten.
Another wave crashed over you. It put you in a spell. On a cold place you know well. . It pulls you further out to sea. Under the lights at Tilbury. I still love your melody.
Friday night in the Kingdom of Doom. Oh, ravens fly across the moon. All in now, there's a noise in the sky. Following all the rules and not asking why.
Come the day. You see the sun. Hit the arch. A history song. . If you don't know it now. Then you will do. If you don't know it now. Then you will do.
Where do I see the light?. It's all gone dead in a way. 'Cos more or less I get on by. My made up thing on the day. . Oh Lord, can a stone. Be ballast for an aching soul?.