LEFT OVERS
Down through the ages
We've rewritten the pages,
And twisted the words as we choose
Forget about the vision
'Cause we're on a mission,
And we have nothing to lose
The traffic lights are changing for no one,
It'll be daylight before too long.
The only sound this night brings,
On its cold, dark and foggy wings,
Is a freight trains soulful song.
Out again on the streets in the morning,
Last night still holds my head.
It was a hell of a ride
Viewed from the inside,
Caught between the live and the dead.
I don't think it's forward
Or even out of line,
To wonder what you're feeling,
And what's on your mind
