Have you seen the faces in the queues so long
Like the world has stopped until the next loud gong
Have we become immune to the system is the system wrong
There's no life left in the faces of the queues so long

Long before the world was round
Ships would sail, never to be found
Time could be told, with no sound
Flesh was sold by the pound
Long before the world was round

Of all the people
In all the world
I had to bump into you

Shame you were driving a  12 wheeler
And I was on my bike

Story of my life

A weeping angel
Watches over me
Why?

I remember how you looked, so proud so hansom standing
in the doorway in your new uniform.
I remember the excitement in the faces of you and your new
friends as you marched out of our village.
I remember watching the new reals of men falling, lost forever and wondering if it was you.
I remember the joy of your letters on the doormat and the sadness
of those white empty mats.
But most of all I remember that you never returned and the men who did, there faces tell a different story.
I will remember you today as that young hansom man standing in the doorway.
I remember **

Autumn leaves falling with one shake
Like blowing candles out on a cake
Watching an old man in the garden with a rake
Fanning his leaves for old times’ sake

Looking back my life was full of fears
Watching weeping angles with no tears

Trapped in a body so full of harm
bridling wild horses in a barn

Now the clouds are clearing I see my future ahead
Loneliness laying on your death bed

I’ll take the path that looks well-trod  
Hand in hand with the son of god