james gang
you will never see me
walking round feeling low
you will never hear
there
goes a man who doesn't know
too many roads to walk
too many things to do
too many words to talk
moments too few
i don't think you know
though
you've been told a million times
it's not clear to see unless
you read in between the lines
look out your window
when did it start?
nothing's for certain
it's just a part
if you're feeling low
no
and your world comes tumbling down
if you see hard times
stop
better take a look around
good things must end
they never last
look to tomorrow
forget the past