Where Are We Going ? By Howard Jones. ------------------------------------- Restarints where hoisted on At such an early age Straps where tightned
Some people I know have given up on their lives Drowning their sorrows, and mumblin', and forgot the fight We can tip the balance we can break those barriers
Honey, I think Audrey?s a little mature for you No I don?t think she?s mature I think she?s nice Hey mom when are we going? Look mama I love you But
Sometimes I'd like to go to bed With a hundred women or men And lose my mind in lust and drink And to hit some people into feeling good, oh Sometimes
There was a time when there was nothing at al Nothing at all, just a distant hum There was a being and he lived on his own He had no one to talk to, and
Please don't look at me this way I am from the same seed as you Take me back to the womb I am weary of this life Don't believe in my eyes Don't believe
Is there a difference between yes and no Is there a difference between up and down Must I fear what others fear What nonsense Some people are content
Everything around is natural don't fight it Don't disagree with this and that, no Astrology, Evolution, this-and-that-ity This religion and that, no Chorus
Well you're not, you're not who you think you are Well we think that you are John or Dave But you're not, you're not who you think you are Jumbled mass
Messing around I've wasted my time for years Listening to friends who keep filling me up with ideas Having deep talks with scholars who sound so fine
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you
The lives were taken For feasts at the table A life of misery Ending with a shock Brutal murder (brutal murder) All hands to the slaughter Mass torture
I was walking down the street With my old friend Luke And the strangest thing we saw There was a flash like dynamite And we fell down to the floor And
It's been so long since I slept The good book at bedtime no longer suffices The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices It might help me to sleep There
Spare a thought for the souls Who cannot leave this earth The attachments bind so tightly, not a chance Not a chance of a new birth The river gently beckons
He arrived on the scene With no past and no future He seemed to know your dreams Replace tears with laughter Street corner whispers Would mention his
It's not my fault if you didn't live out your youthful dreams Now you want to backtrack, how different it all seems Love seems to be like alcohol, evaporates
Between every man there is a division Nobody ever seems to get it right Even between friends there is a long gap One of them makes a mistake, there is