The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The world humes on at its breakneck pace
People fly in their lifelong race
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
| 1 | All my trials |
| 2 | Cello song |
| 3 | Poor boy |
| 4 | Place to be |
| 5 | At the chime of a city clock |
| 6 | Fruit tree |
| 7 | Bird flew by |
| 8 | Don't think twice, it's alright |
| 9 | Rider on the wheel |
| 10 | Get together |