When the twilight fades away, Stars light up a secret place. Here in the silence all the night, Wither of hope runs through the night. There's a clock
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air I was born too late to a world that doesn't care Oh,
For every lovers kiss For every child that laughs And every moment missed For every dream I've cast And every flower that blooms It keeps reminding me
I used to see a ballerina staring back at me A beauty queen a singing star was all I longed to be I'd dress up in my mother's clothes and dance the days
I wake up to the dawn I'm a stranger in my bed With one eye on the circle sun I raise my weary head I pick up my bags and bones and take one square step
Born to entertain us back in 1925 So beautiful and strong enough to bring their dreams alive Always thought it would last forever And be the greatest
When I first set my eyes on you You were born in black and white Full of good intentions You never played me any hype You didn't want to take my money
There's an empty seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town There a letter found on an office desk that's finally handed round It says
I'm just skimming stones against the lake While my dreams pass me by 'Cause I've never known what to make of life But I guess I'm willing to try Sometimes
Help me get my feet back to solid ground Cos were walking to the devil's beat And it's trying to bring us down. Well the devil's get us rolling a 6-
I remember Sundays at the Harbour Bar Drinking cider wishing on a cheap guitar Playing songs from the sixties and the seventies Fleetwood Mac the Eagles
Sometimes I see her down by the river The water dances on her skin She can captivate to hit the ice But she never lets you in And in the dark she lingers
Just before I tell you standing in the rain I would have loved you like no other babe But a poet needs his pain And sometimes life can be so cruel It
A simple scent of summer Stole my heart for the last dance The smell of two-stroke petrol From a motorbike we used to have Those playing fields of cut
Roller skates and bumblebees Holding hands and grazing knees Dressing up and falling down Paul and Mike are coming 'round Being good to stay up late
Some of us are reaching for stardust And some of us are digging for gold But it won't mean a lot on a mountain top When the wind reaches out for your
You'll take me on a journey And be there till the end It won't be an uphill struggle On you I can depend You promised me a dream home With roses 'round
Caught in a gridlock, nose to tail across all lanes Smog nearly chocking me as the car horns go insane 'Cause they're patiently waiting to get their old
