There’s nothing around here to bel… And I’m always feeling scared There’s not much for me to breath… Except all this stale air What can I find here to care for?

Dreams of the future come to me, Into quiet places there they take… Is this real, can it be? Or do my dreams forsake me? Wonderful places full of grace.

Great sheets of unclean glass marc… Concrete panels and massive blocks… Angular, rising, this monumental t… Of others just like this, nothing… Rough, unfinished is its look, mat…

After many years of schooling Exam results and proving That you are the best one Better than anyone You find yourself queuing

I know what it is to touch the fea… Everyday gnawing inside you at cos… Breaking you down right to the gro… The one you loved no longer around… As each day passes, from that even…

Between the deep green pines that… The highway runs long and straight… The traveller steps out; he’s a hu… His wishes shattered long ago, and… In his disgrace he’s lost the race…

Standing by this riverbank watching as the waters flow downstream to another land And towards another day The same water that passed me by

Life is a dream they tell And it’s all down hill from here The shops are filled with vagrants And there’s a fire on the hill The union bosses are out there

Telephone sounds in the dark of ni… Raised from sleep our minds confus… The telephone sounds to wake us, The shock that comes forsakes us, And we are left in fright.