Neighbour

Money and sadness

and mud in your eye

make for mad romance

so full of glib lies

      You go burn a candle

      when you feel you can’t handle

      the pain of not knowing

     where your illness is going

     so ask for the favour

     of strength from your neighbour

Searchlights picking out

schemes and mad reasons

cannibals and kings

of all tomorrow’s seasons

        Refr.

Money and sadness

make you feel a lot less

than you dreamed of yesterday

but it’s life, yours anyway

anyday

       Refr.

 

                    And I know there’s a place

                   where we all have a different face

                   where we stop counting the clouds

                   and stop thinking what it’s all about

                   where we go into the city

                   where we go into the fields

                   and we think it’s such a pity

                   that some withdraw from what life yields

1990’s