something to live for
Singer:hollies, the
where the trains don't ever stop
though we hear all night sounds
there's no side left to the shop
nothing but changes of face
nothing but strangeness that wastes
we've seen so many dreams
floating out into the tide
they're never what they seem
and there's emptiness inside
nothing but changes of face
nothing but strangeness that wastes
if they make it from the start
nothing but changes of face
nothing but strangeness that wastes
until you find that elusive something