This was a World we hadn't known Had not been shown And the winds that had blown through our formative years To steer us along Had been wrong.
If our sails had been set By the school I forget.
Let the ferryman see Who we've been or will be It's a very short hop to the stop.
But assured, that we had a lifetime We threw the lifeline thrown To the future we hadn't known And on the face of it It was okay.
But in the tomorrow's, we staggered through the bricks hurled and daggers That were aimed in our direction. A mad collection Of misfits Not fit for this era or content in the last We became what was past and the webs held us fast to the time we had cast away. If the sails had been set I forget But the mast had been rigged.
Our futures? A bet in the minds of the Masters we met A test in the dayroom The best of the baby boom The Grammar school reject The obvious suspect to disect and cut But it doesn't matter now. Time moves on That's how the wet paint dries.