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 | Place to be |
3 | Poor boy |
4 | Cello song |
5 | Get together |
6 | At the chime of a city clock |
7 | Hazey jane I |
8 | Fruit tree |
9 | Don't think twice, it's alright |
10 | Saturday sun |